Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

"it is alvays in order," he grunted warmly, and then grew quite silent as praimfaya announced her determinings for the year to come.
cunning, to do so once he had accepted her once again. but he was not angered by it, nor truly surprised. only at himself, that he had misjudged her as a child. and he found her declaration respectful, a simple statement of fact.
his wariness with praimfaya remained locked chest-deep and unknown, but he lauded her inside his head for it now. 
the immediate masculine logic reared and suggested he put himself forward. rivenwood would need children to confirm its future. he would remain in control by returning as father. praimfaya would be wedded to the forest by way of her children, and he would confirm himself a third time.
it was swiftly deposed and cut off by a swift and haunting shame. firstly, that he had even for an inkling of time considered it. phaedra next, forced to see the cunning and cold deliberation of her father work against his talk of love. and wylla; in his inner eye, mahler saw her arriving here to visit their children and seeing that all things of which she had accused him were certain and true. knowing that love came second to vague lust in the spirit of obedience to an inner edict.
had he not tormented her enough? 
there was a last and quiet reason, but he did not think on it now.
"this year i am considering not allowing anyvone vithout a mate to rear children in rivenvood. it is better this vay, for both die kinder and the pack itself." he would return directness to praimfaya; a path upward and to the aims she wished, but she must seize them for herself. "it is a matter of vhat ve can support versus the nature of the season. my own selfishness in that vay cost sagtannet — much."
but he was silent in the next, ears tipping forward in a silent invitation that the young warrior speak freely.