Sawtooth Spire himmelssturz

"tired, more like," he chuffed in answer. "they grow like little veeds." he was far from bored, though if he was weary, wylla was exhausted by the active pair of little wolves.
no word of strife between nyx and wylla had come to mahler; he therefore had allowed himself to relax with the knowledge such could shift at any moment.
"are you ready to be mother?" he remembered only vaguely the first time nyx had been with child, and she spoke not of them. so then, would he follow suit.