Nova Peak different drum

wylla was gone, and had been for the better portion of the day.
for a few sparse moments here and there, mahler forgot that she had gone. he had hunted, and saved a curved bone to lie among her gifts.
wait
now it bit the inside of his jaw, and he spat it aside. something new upon the air. he did not want to go, for it was not the wind bringing to him wylla. another woman. mahler felt they must too know that she had dissipated into the air.
he approached all the same, stopping before the woman in the pale coat and the cape of bronze. did she too seek a home? another wolf come to pledge loyalty without knowing the word's meaning? and so inwardly he judged the stranger, while upon his face there remained an impassive expression.