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mahler wanted to hear more of this mother whom wylla seemed to treasure so much. but it was his nature to desire this at a time when he would not be interrupted by other matters, when the children running about had been put to bed and he would be free to return.
"for rivenvood." not for himself necessarily, though it could not be argued that mahler did not take pleasure in ensuring that his wolves were well-kept. relief showing in his gaze, to hear that she would not continue to forego the meal. "that is good," the gargoyle said softly, resistant to add that wylla also must rest. she knew this.
"i vill be back in the evening. perhaps late noon," he said moreover, a hint of longing to his voice.
he would return to sleep here, if she allowed.
he sought now to nose her cheek with a poignant touch; mahler ruffled the fur of her cheek with a breath and straightened to leave, smiling at her once before making his reluctant retreat.