Sleepy Fox Hollow shadows that lift off the bloom and the velvet

just this post for me!

mahler had slept all that night with wylla in each of his senses. he stirred when she did, aided her where necessary, watched over her in the moments where he worried again for her very soul.
and now he awoke to the smell of meat, the sound of it striking the earth. a powerful hunger came over mahler, but he still returned to life blearily, focused upon wylla. she would live, he felt, but would not let this allow trust until he could be sure.
phaedra, with the rangy self-assuredness of a child born to the steep mountains.
he put his muzzle close.
"look. she is a hunter." and a grin to their girl, and then mahler slowly pulled away from them, moving off into the forest to pursue his own toilette and breakfasting.