Swiftcurrent Creek sgàilean

"ja," mahler answered, fighting any show of his immediate annoyance at having slipped once more. "for me, yes." for anyone, truly, but until such a time came where the shelter might be needed, the man had intended to occupy the renovated den. but it was not why constantine had come.
mahler had visited no packs, for he preferred to avoid the company of wolves outside of those in the creek. and even within the claimed lands he kept to himself. yet somehow he did not think constantine would appreciate such an answer when mahler's own frequent forays were clear. "very little. i make such trips for plants." it was not a lie; the musiker by now had laid by an impressive stock of carefully dried stems and late blossoms.