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mahler had become belatedly aware of how similarly he appeared to wylla — he knew it at the borders, but it had gone forgotten until the eyes of the other wolves lingered on him when he arrived in their company. not knowing how he should regard the development, and deciding he did not wish to grant such contemplation in this moment, mahler nodded at lycaon's words.
fawns. the tender flesh from slim bones would be a welcome richness after the hard edges of winter hunting. and april would be upon them in just over a fortnight. mahler too, found pleasure at the idea, and swept forward his dappled ears. "grimnismal will hunt?" he questioned in his heavy accent of the boy, wondering if a pack foray would be organized to greet the dawn of springtime by stuffing full their larders.