Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

ooof sorry ill keep up with this better D:

it seemed she would choke upon his name, his title, his very visage. humour quirked mahler's mouth; he bowed low before the shying resplendent mond-braut and the loveliness of her watchful attendant. "andraste. it is good to see you again," the general purled formally, forcing himself to at last tear his eyes from her pale cowl and greet the other she-wolf with an answering nod.
"vhat brings you to the mountains?" he inquired, suddenly wary, worried of her motives, or perhaps the idea that she had followed him. he would not allow heart to meet heart in the form of cold regal takiyok; mahler could bear no more strife in that vein.
"i trust you are both vell?" the scent of woodland clung to her; he resisted all urges pitting him against duty and stood firm, quiet now.