Spotted Eagle Mountain To the outside, the dead leaves laid on the lawn

for a long moment, mahler did not think takiyok would comply. she had always been resistant to any sort of change that sought to control her feral heart. having a man who had broken it come to her aid would be quite low upon her welcoming list, and yet in the next few moments her weakened figure eagerly sought sleep.

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when the winterwhite woke, it would be to find mahler laid across the mouth of the den, blinking sleepily in the warm light. he thought of wylla, of nyx, of his children that were and children to come. of sagtannet. and of takiyok. presently his gaze traveled back to where she lay, wondering if she was still within sleep's grasp or close to waking.