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it was not long before mahler was addressed by one of chusi's children. a petite girl with ash-grey markings around her face, against a darker coat, the musiker was gently smitten by her inquisitive nature. it was the rigour of his heart, that it should soften so only for young ones. there were no other wolves for which mahler felt a collective kindness.
like chusi, too, this one bore the thick accent that marked the omega's voice. "a hare. for you," he added, extending it across the short distance with a forepaw. his eyes measured her movements — he could not understand why she and the presumable rest of their mother's brood had been condemned to the lowest rank for so long.