Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

the sable sylph fell into step with him, and he lay the lavender steel of his eyes upon her briefly. "i am going home, to the mountains." even as he spoke this, he knew it would be at least another day before he truly returned; mahler wished to see if takiyok would follow after all. wondering at this in himself, and deciding to assess it for weakness at another time, the musiker turned his attention back to his lithe companion.
"i am mahler. vhat is your name?" he could not recall having gotten it before their interlude now. of course, their first meeting had been not marked as being an occasion in which two wolves might share their respective titles.
for being alone in such a pale and desolate wasteland, the woman alongside him seemed utterly undaunted: a quality the gargoyle both appreciated and admired.