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the woman was so careful. mahler wanted to assure her of a place with sagtannet so long as she followed the arrangement of their pack. and this she had done.
"i vas not good at it either," the man murmured, amused. "it vas too cold, and i did not enjoy the ocean." he had only been able to find merriment in the sound due to wylla's presence there; she left, and it was home no longer; she departed, and he was forced to realize that it had never truly been his home. 
"from vhere did you come before, ainhoa?" mahler inquired, shifting their topic to the newcomer even as he tested the syllables of her name.