Sawtooth Spire wolkenbruch

something wordless swept through nyx; he sensed it, but was still, uncommenting. her words evoked a nod, and mahler thought of sarah. had she conceived? he realized in that moment he did not even know where this ibis had made her pack. this was a failing upon his part, both logical and moral.
but he could not think of it now; nyx was beside him, and mahler shelved the wonderings after sarah for another time. "i hope," he grunted in answer. wylla would not take kindly to another litter of his within sagtannet, no matter that she had agreed to it. the gargoyle knew he must stand between the fiery she-wolf and the golden idol; a slow blink. now to puzzle out the logistics of that!
"i vould enjoy daughters," mahler murmured, drawing himself back the present. it was unfair, his behavior; she had not even swelled with pups yet and already he was not giving nyx his due within his mind. guilt rushed through his veins. "are you happy vith the move?"