Arrow Lake I fled to the city with so much discounted.

a summerwolf at the borders amid the heavier brawn of those who already resided there; the juxtaposition amused mahler as he was called from his densite. 
so very little was he there that his shelter had begun to fall into a loathsome state of disrepair. he must take time to mend the walls, strengthen them before the heavy warm storms came.
but first, he stepped toward the slight young wolf and the imposing verx, nodding to the latter before turning his eyes upon the perhaps would-be joiner. as usual, mahler was silent, placing the onus of pleading one’s case upon the slim creature.