Noctisardor Bypass winging it

mahler had been watching for the return of the brash pretty piebald girl. having prepared himself to go out into the wilds and retrieve her, he was relieved to see that this would not be necessary. a companionable growl announced his presence; he slid into step along the wanderlust maiden.
the thickening of her waist was not lost to his knowing eye. rivenwood would grow, and mahler found, suddenly, that he was ready for it, ready to step into the role he had described to wylla. "it is good to see you back," he told her gently, wondering if she would speak yet to him of the tiny lives she surely carried, or if he had not yet earned that particular trust from her.