Arrow Lake kleine vögel

must there be a ceremony to tell two wolves what it was they already knew? the man from drageda had sired these children; his love for the motherdove was evident, as was her breathless devotion to him. in mahler's eyes, this made husband and wife, for he would have thought very poorly of the ducklings' sire to leave they and their mother to their own devices after promises of love were made. 
it was not so with stigmata and takiyok, he reasoned, for theirs had been a coupling of mutual agreement and necessity, two steel titans thronging together to bring forth fine, fat children for diaspora. he commented nothing of this to aurëwen, merely gave a nod, a glance that confirmed his utter lack of judgement upon the matter, before turning his attention to the former plight of the den's son.
"it shows the strength of his body that he vomited instead of choking. next time, between the shoulder blades, a firm strike, if he cannot breathe. but do not think that his eating dirt will stop," and here a wry smile climbed to the gargoyle's lips. "they will put anything into their mouths that they can reach."