Snowforest Taiga hochzeitsstuck

a moment, an inching. more posturing. did this child expect mahler to fear his hissed words? his expression was inscrutable; he allowed the young leader to move forward, but upon the very heels of the order did the musiker lunge, hindlegs propelling him forward powerfully as his jaws sought the tender flesh of the boy's face. had mahler been the child, he would not have allowed a challenger so close, let alone drape his scent near the borders. morningside had chosen too young a wolf to lead, and it would be their downfall. his forepaws gripped the earth; ruff flared around his shoulders and a guttural snarl broke from him as he sought to land his attack.