Swiftcurrent Creek A branch became a blade of dignity

he had not immediately set off to find her, knowing that much time had transpired between their spaced departures from grimnismal. mahler knew nothing of ingram or the child that had been born to wylla — the musiker had set about repaying constantine's generosity by filling what caches were near the center of the territory.
today was no exception; a weasel swung from mahler's jaws as he moved quietly through the land as of yet unexplored. movement caught the hard lavender eyes; the dappled brute was silent, though his foreclaws dug into the earth in a gesture he could not hide when wylla broke from cover.
graceful as she had always been — mahler noted how her meal was marred by a singular distraction, and he too glanced in the direction the she-wolf did. aware now that the polite amount of time in which he could feasibly observe another without being regarded as strange was passing, the charcoal shadow emerged from where the tree-shade had let him blend, dropping his kill as he moved.
"vylla." mahler could not quite keep the roil of stoic delight from rising beneath his quiet tones, and found for once he did not wish to do so.