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mahler had not forgotten at all; he had not forgotten the way she had looked at him, nor how he had been tempted. it would not have been a horrid pairing; they were both leaders and put the health of their pack before one another. each a healer, and each with their own skills.
but he did not love her in the same way, and mahler felt that the absence of this would only serve to do as it had done to wylla: bring bitterness and resentment.
perhaps he was not made to love anyone.
"i vill obey," mahler told iana, agreeing to her medicinal order with some genuine semblance of relief. the idea of returning to a pair of young pups who would be confused and boisterous — he was grateful for the presence of the bypass wolves. "until ve meet again."
terrible, perhaps; he leant forward to brush his shoulder against her own, took up the hide, and turned toward home, with more determination and less reluctance than before.