Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

Wylla turned back her ears to listen to Mahler in silence, padding a few steps away to inspect the edge of the lake. Pebbles lined the uneven edge and clusters of frosted, dead foliage promised an abundance of cattails in the summer. It would be a nice spot to relax in the lazy heat of noontime.

Makes sense, she said, turning back around to offer her mate a wan smile. I felt the same way after Grimnismal. She didn’t mean to distill the effect Stigmata’s passing had on Mahler, however, and added, will you tell me about him? She had probably asked a question here and there about Diaspora’s leader in the past, but only in passing, and largely with the goal of better understanding Stag.

Rarely had she considered Mahler’s bond with the man, but it was that which she asked after now.