Arrow Lake kleine vögel

aurëwen granted him entry; mahler came to sit with his shoulders bent against the press of the thicket. he had intended to stay formal with the visit, opting for such until he and the former vagabonds had come to truly know one another. but his eye was caught by the children; mahler could not help the chuckle that escaped his throat as the dark boy seemed to pursue his paler sister. "meine güte," he murmured, intensely pleased by their strength.
returning his attention to aurëwen, mahler moved the fatted meat toward her. "mothers need rich food for their milk and their blood, frau. i vill bring you more." his gaze found hers; he placed a paw over his gathered herbs. "how is the bleeding?" it had been two days; spotting was to be expected, but bright red blood between her thighs was a cause for concern. "and your energy — do you feel lethargic at all?" 
offering a quick smile to reassure her, he turned his attention back to the children, pleasure welling in his gaze once more.