Otatso Wetlands Break free and leave us in ruins

skip me next round, he's still quite a ways off/playing this by ear :o

wylla had come to see their children with that first glow still upon her.
mahler knew by now it had deepened into something true.
their land stood true, and he had become untethered from the land. it was several days' travel to the spread of wetlands where eventually he drew up the trail of her scent; it pierced him through needle-and-thread with angst and desperation and possessiveness, irrational against the hold of logic he tried always to have.
figures far in the distance, and mahler approached across the flatland with single-minded intent.