Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

when it came, it was less direct than he had expected. "four," mahler answered gently. "praimfaya had a pair and sequoia had two of her own as vell." the second name would mean nothing to wylla, and the first — perhaps it would only perturb her. but this was her pack now, for as long as she wished it to be, and she would soon know their titles. he hoped. "i sent them to look outside rivenvood for fathers." he wanted to prattle on, but saw the futility of it. 
she was not eating as he had wanted her to do; the woman was maybe determined to sort out the silences between him, the changes that had gone on before she arrived and while she lay healing. laurel's scent was everywhere, inescapable; it clawed at him, evoking a hunger that no spoils of hunting could satisfy.
but he was steadfast — his expression remained open, though it fell now pointedly toward the flesh he had brought. mahler had seen the rawboned arm. she was already a small individual, to the point where any loss of weight was directly observed. eating was necessary for the body to gain its strength, and in time, wylla.
his prognosis was that it would be another week before she was free of the threat of returning fever, and a second before she would be able to walk without pain. he did not tell her this, assuming that the she-wolf was well aware of her dire predicament and did not need his medical lectures.
mahler reclined, folding one broad foreleg under his chest and reaching the other to just brush her own.
"laurel too has been told to search elsevhere." hers was a more dire situation, however; for a moment, he thrummed with hurt for the traumatized woman.