Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

"of course," mahler rumbled. he lowered himself to his haunches right as they were, nosing through her hackles. "sleep. i vill go to hunt." he could wait for this time to tend himself. filling himself with her kept such things from clutching every thought of his with grief.
the man lifted his head.
he looked toward the mountains, keeping watch as wylla rested. and when her breathing adjusted, mahler would step away from his wife, leaving a trail in the snowbank as he sought out something to fill her belly and mollify the children within.