Sleepy Fox Hollow raureif

courtfall had come in the form of a glossy pale she-wolf, a young boy with golden eyes, a figure the hue of pregnant stormclouds.
mahler received them with something akin to warmth, aware of their weighted journey, and grateful for the offering. 
diaspora had aught to give in return, but this suited mahler for present. let @Andraste's courtfall be a vassal state, came his cold and selfish thought.
in the end, however, the general sent a birchbark curl of crushed geranium, to sprinkle upon flesh wounds and cease bleeding. it was a heavy token, but he felt it necessary to send such a rich showing.
"please tell your queen that diaspora thanks her court for the gift," he dictated, eyes sweeping the trio, "and that i hope she finds our own useful. she vill not need to send courtfall looking elsevhere for a midvife in the coming season," mahler added haughtily.
her courtiers were bid rest, and the general watched over them as the wolven three departed diaspora. 
let his missive stand.
mahler turned away.