Sleepy Fox Hollow Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold.

"there is nothing selfish about vanting to be a mother," mahler insisted. he felt it was the greatest undertaking any she-wolf could make, the pilgrimage from maidendom to maternal love, and he would stand beside nyx in this.
but women had their own hierarchy, and if he knew best, mahler would let it alone. yet he could not stand by while mothers were subjected to harm; the next reasonable thing was to legitimize every diasporan child born in the spring as his own. nyx' brood would be no different.

His words did little to ease the anxiety she felt. It settled uncomfortably in her gut where it was sure to fester for the foreseeable future, filling her mind with fear and uncertainty.

When at last she lifted her vivid eyas to seek the General's dark features once more, she dipped her muzzle respectfully in his direction. "Thank you," she murmured half-heartedly, thinking back on how her dampened mood had lead them into a lover's embrace on their last private encounter. It was not something she wished to repeat.

The tawny she-wolf turned awat from him them, spurred by a fresh desire to be alone to wallow in her newfound misery.

he watched nyx decamp from him with an irritated melancholy chiming its unholy bells, but soon dragged himself away to pursue one task or another.