Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

it was foolhardiness to leave diaspora now, but mahler saw fit to tear himself from the cloying climes for a small swathe of time.
he wandered, paws carrying him almost automatically toward their former claim. it had become a favorite haunt of his now, and he oft looked with wistful eyes upon the graves of those who had fallen.
brother, have i failed you?
there was a curious fragrance here, one that tightened his loins, stirred his head with masculine intrigue. he was wearied, fatigued, and yet he stole closer and closer still, until his lavender eyes fell with surprise and desire upon the woman weaving such into the air.
sarah.
blinking, having not expected to find her here, and wondering why she stole so close to diaspora, mahler chuffed once to announce his presence but made no other stride toward the she-wolf.
curious, curious