Arrow Lake They're going to be guarding my bed. I wanted to see who they were

a wolf had come to diaspora, a male, and mahler, who had long not cared for the company of others, now set out through the drifts to seek the newcomer. as stigmata's right hand, it was also his duty to enforce the hierarchy set by the silver-eyed guardian.
and so mahler came upon the pair with his usual silence, hard lavender eyes flickering between the two of them. redshank he knew; corvus he had not yet met. charcoal plume proclaimed with a quiet pride his place, and he stepped toward the fierce nightwell to take the man's scent and grant his own.