Sleepy Fox Hollow To the house in the pines where the road ends

mahler was silent through her stilted report; she was uncommonly polite in her regard of him, with none of the flameworthy tone that had characterized the first days she had come to diaspora.
he knew it must surely be a response to how he had closed like a vise before her criticism of him, and now mahler struggled to justify his actions that day.
wylla need not worry, for despite the gargoyle's status as her leader, he had never once considered that he might use his rank against her, even in the face of her rancorous tongue.
dusky auds twitched at the sound of the she-wolf's belly announcing her hunger, and in a fluid motion, mahler drew down the cooling carcass from his shoulder and lay it between them. 
"eat, vylla." it was not a request; the general's lavender gaze assured this as he waited for the woman to do as he bid.