Swiftcurrent Creek sgàilean

he was near, hauling leaves from a large and empty badger set. with the thrumming of cold in the air, mahler suspected a den to fit two wolves might be necessary. it was busily that he had worked, clearing out the old droppings and broken twigs; debris had tangled in his pelt, but he would groom later.
the awareness of another tipped the scale toward ceasing work; mahler pulled himself from the set and lay his hard lavender gaze upon the elegant man who led swiftcurrent. he was quick to approach, with a bearing to his body that inferred deference. "constantine."