Sleepy Fox Hollow and hoping made you hurt more

another time, mahler might have found wylla's continued dismissal of his skill an affront.
the gargoyle of this moment saw her only as she was: a frightened mother faced by another affected daughter. "i vill check her each day, geliebt, hmm? every day." and he would reaffirm their girl's health as often as she needed to hear it.
perhaps mahler was finally learning the details of what it meant to be a husband.
as his mate settled their daughter back at her flank, mahler looked at the boys: a pair of good-sized sons. thade — his heart and his mind raced with the recurrent pain of repeated loss. had they ever been whole since the first time? he did not reach to touch the other children, only looked at them and then the daughter again with love.
"i think you should rest. i vill stay close."
and then he would hunt a fat-rich meal for wylla, his most commonplace post-partum offering.
the hollow would keep the growing sonnenwasser clan quite fitted, he felt.