Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

mahler did not expect the thrust of her nose against his throat; he harrumphed in surprise, stepping back even as her weight was tossed against his wide body once more. this time did wylla succeed, and he backed away with a low chuckle of surprised laughter.
"how have you managed to best me, vylla?" he inquired, lilac stare warm with pride. she was cunning, swift, resourceful. he prized all of these attributes within his heart, but they were come to fruition in the little she-wolf and her small fast paws.