Sawtooth Spire He's a man of few words, but he talks a lot within.

broad paws carried mahler's heavy frame along nyx' trail. it was for this he had been waiting, and so his senses had been honed to a fine point that now guided his inner compass.
much like her, he had kept himself awake mulling over the accused unfairness of his intended actions. suppose wylla made life hard for his children with nyx? suppose they resented not only him, but she as well, through no fault of her own? suppose his brood with his heartbeat also came to loathe mahler?
but the doubts ceased when nyx came into her time, and tendrils of her beckoning were floated upon the endlessly cold wind.
he and she had decided this before the season took their faculties. nyx had her doubts, mahler his own, but it mattered not when at last that evening he found himself in the woman's presence. gaze swept approvingly over her curvaceous figure before meeting her own.
are you certain?