Ankyra Sound das klagende lied

*snort*

mahler was vindicated at his little triumph, which softened the earlier scorn he had suffered from her thorny tongue. and a home accompanied it. mahler raised himself to a sitting position slowly, as not to seem threatening; his dark ears cupped forward and confusion unfurled in his mind a second? third time? 
he gave her suggestion a quick nod. mahler wondered why the little she-wolf would say such a thing; it had not occurred to the musiker to pillage her den under nightfall; he had no idea where she lay. believing he must have missed some subtext, but not caring enough to seek it out, the man stood finally and approached the fierce ashflower with deferential steps.
if allowed, mahler sought to duck his muzzle below that of his new leader, an ungainly gesture given their difference in height, and touch her chin with a lash of his tongue — if not, he would halt in front of her. either way, however, her newest subordinate gave his name; "mahler."