Sawtooth Spire i love only that which they defend

mahler did not immediately relinquish his hold; he let her lowered form slake the urge of his cold insistence. her pride, perhaps, the same that turned her back arrogantly upon her leader, did not make for an apology. but she had done as he demanded, and he wished no fight. unseemly of him to grapple beyond this with a yearling.
surely it would harden her heart, and this passed before him with a brief regret, but mahler released praimfaya with a snort of hot breath. "you vill learn that you do not know everything." whatever mission she took, whatever step, mattered not at all, for he meant to give her now over to the wilds, as was the lot of any nachkomme who outgrew their birthplace.
mahler stepped back then, though his aura continued to pulsate with the promise he would meet any challenge; head sank between his muscular shoulders, chin tucked and tail waving as he silently bid praimfaya depart immediately. 
and until she was lost from view, mahler would follow at a distance, righteous in his fury and regretful in the moments to come, the twin ego that lived within him warring once more.