Nova Peak gründung

Mahler’s warmth enveloped Wylla, instilling a sense of calm and safety, but also a stab of guilt for her recent treatment of him. A flash of ire for his treatment of their daughter. These things skimmed the surface of her mind, but she was able to wave them away for the sake of a minute of peace. She had to acknowledge that he was trying more, these days, and could she afford to lose him? The weight of his muzzle on her scalp made her lower her own to rest over her paws, at least until a chuckle rumbled along her side and she snaked her head out from under him for a sidelong look.

I’m afraid you’ll have to take my tongue, she jested, poking the tip of it past her dark lips. In spite of the rain, Wylla felt at ease. Her eyes roved across the hazy sky, lighting on where the Sunspires might be if not for the grey curtain obscuring them. There were other mountains, lone ones like this one, barely visible as shadows. This was the first one to make her feel at home, possibly due to the sweet kiss of salt in the air.

Or possibly because of Mahler. A well of vulnerability found itself opening in Wylla’s heart. Rather than slamming the lid shut on it like she was wont to do, she cautiously reached to dip a paw in it by saying, I want to stay here. I want this… forever.