Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

"ve must do our utmost to keep him from that path." tacitly extending a deeper acceptance to praimfaya, though mahler pragmatically doubted that anywhere she did not rule could be home. 
another arrangement then, one that solidified himself as teacher and satisfied her need to wander, to know, to search. mahler thought of legion now, how best to grasp the land he had so wanted. ambition too, burning in him as of late, a hot ember he oft repressed.
what would wylla think, to see him speaking with praimfaya again? he considered the barbs that she had used during their time together, his own said internally. perhaps it was a reflection of weakness that he had not at once chased the younger wolf away. but why make an enemy of her? let them start anew.
"there," mahler gestured, lavender gaze sliding back to praimfaya. "that is legion. i vant the land that is claimed. but i do not vish to raise conflict unless it is varranted." a breath. "how might you use patience to advance the negotiation?"