Arrow Lake abgeneigt

ruffled by the season and made boisterous by the rising scent of kazimir, stigmata loped energetically through the distinctive path mahler had cut in the snow, hunting for his kill-brother in an almost inebriated fashion. a wolf in his prime, positioned to father as many children as he could manage, stigmata was starting to feel as if he had reascended to the status he'd once held on sunkill, and it made him positively giddy. a feeling he wished to share with his brooding kapitan - who had yet to reveal what in his past had made him so adverse to fathering children.

skin flinching hotly, and breath coming in heady clouds, he came upon the golem of blackened stone and steel, and suppressed a grin towards what he presumed was supposed to be a "cold shower" for his second-in-command. "is that helping?" he asked, unable to prevent skepticism from edging his tone.