Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

with two she-wolves inside the pack due, mahler was more contemplative, more rife with protection, than he had been. he thought of wylla daily as he went about his duties, keeping closer to sequoia as the first was furthest along. yet when praimfaya's howl rose, he left off what he had been doing at once to attend her, wondering if the time had come for the young graf. 
it would be too early, and he quieted his tension with a breath of relief to see that his fellow leader remained rotund and dogged in her tasks. 
when he turned toward the stranger, it was stigmata that looked back at him, a vision so powerful that for a long moment mahler was only silent and dazzled.
something else there, in the pointed look of the newcomer. ketzia "argent," he said softly, hopefully. the little goddess had long left them, but here the boy she and his kill-brother had created, standing upon the borders of rivenwood. assuming that praimfaya had vetted the joiner, mahler smiled instead. "you have come back. home." not diaspora. not the sunspire. something more rounded, a covenant between wolves rather than a military expansion. would he be content?