Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

no need to match just got rambly

 

kigipigak's arrival to rivenwood had a special bit of hope pinned silently to it within the sober focus of mahler's mind. another man could remove from him the responsibility he felt to usher new heirs into his small pack, hereby putting down the roots of a family unit into the teekon. it was something mahler had once wished to form.
the ageing gargoyle was tired of leadership. more and more he wished to ask star about taking the helm, but he projected onto the matron his own exhaustion. surely the pair of them should leave rivenwood in the capabilities of the younger generation.
mahler had considered removing obstacles to the desire held by sequoia and praimfaya: to have children. indeed, that would eliminate both of his problems in a single swoop: ensuring the future whilst allowing mahler the grace to not engage this season. he had struggled with lifting such an embargo on potentially large litters when the pack had few adults. and yet, granting such permission had lent itself to loyalty inside diaspora, inside sagtannet.
ambition had once driven him. now for many months mahler had only plodded through the motions of it. ambition was what had brought him back, however: the decision that rivenwood's success would end his long chapters at the helm.
wylla would be long mated and gone with her new children, mahler supposed, for whether or not she would choose such a thing, he continued to torment himself with the idea. a deserved pain.
he turned toward kigipigak, blew a breath from his nostrils. "they alvays seem to know vhere volves keep their young," mahler commented. "ending them sviftly has suited me best as an effective varning." a pause. "have you seen vhy i chose this place?"