Arrow Lake jusqu'à demain

a smile lit her features; mahler suspected it was not genuine, and wondered why she would bother with the gesture. however, he was not the sort who went about grinning at his fellows — he did not pass judgement but lifted his muzzle some ways, gaze level upon her.
”i am mahler. you are close to diaspora, vhere i rule,” he rumbled in his clipped tones, curious about why she had come so close but had not summoned a wolf of the land.