Arrow Lake mondlicht

ketzia attended her door rather than welcome mahler inside; he met her cool gaze with his usual impassive stare, noting that her loveliness was undiminished. ”i have recently returned and vanted to look in upon you and the new children,” mahler began crisply, indicating his satchel with a nod. 
”vhatever the prevailing thought might be, i do not care, nor do i pass judgement. i am the midvife here, not a clucking hen.” it was the truth; he respected both takiyok and stigmata, though the latter must for the pack’s sake hold some of mahler’s disdain. ketzia had not been the one to disrespect their former pionier, and any child borne to diaspora was precious, was innocent.