Emberwood i wouldn't change ya

had mahler been aware of brennan's thought process, he might have found himself flustered indeed, first at being thought of as 'not-ugly,' and the curiosity behind the dark wolf's question. as it was, the creek wolf had taken his companion's gestures as literal. they were to hunt; thus mahler spared no effort letting his gaze search the terrain for any movement.
their discourse had remained upon alarian; his flat lilac stare had warmed with a lasting amusement.
wondering only momentarily at why brennan would ask the question, mahler let a long silence sit comfortably between them, while he found the trail of scent that would lead the pair to a warren, and set off along at at a casual gait. "it has been a long time since matters of the flesh concerned me." a truth well enough said aloud — the variegated brute found no shame in his lack of carnal appetite. beyond the natural stirrings of his body in response to receptive she-wolves, it was an event on a horizon mahler did not intend to explore. "he is not your type? he is soft and fey. it is not only the nature of die frauen — wvomen — to be such a way."
this time, mahler's eyes did not stray from brennan's masculine visage; the creature found his steps slowing to accomodate the gaze, and eventually paused, halting in the dappled shade to await the other's answer.