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Mahler weaved his masterful voice through the changing autumn leaves, bringing to mind the richness of seal fat in her mouth and the full-bodied aroma of the forest after a seaside storm. Her eye shone with mischief. To think all this time, he had been keeping that hidden!

Wow, she murmured when her mate trailed off. How come you never sang before? This was a talent only Mahler had, for Wylla's singing voice would make a banshee's wail sound like an angel's chorus. She resisted the same impulse that swept him up in its arms and spared him the disappointment of learning his love could only crow like a bird with bronchitis.

Mmm, she said, shifting to whap him gently with her tail. In all her years, Wylla had never thought to give herself a proper surname. Thinking of it now, she still could come up with nothing. Nothing she would want to share with her children or with Mahler, at least. Well, you know me. Not the creative type. What would you call us?