Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt
Private  March 01, 2020, 11:57 AM
Mahler
Sagtannet
Eisen*
backdated to the 24th, lmk if that works <3

        for the first time in many years, mahler was experiencing the deep sense of fear that is almost exclusively particular to almost-fathers.
        the general demeanour of pride and capability @Wylla wore day-to-day suggested that she would not need him to assist with the whelping, and he was unsure if this relieved or frightened him.
        mahler crossed through the high, proud forest to where she had decided to den, a duck dangling from his jaws. it was the fattiest bird he had been able to find; she would need the extra sustenance for her travails.
        he set it down, cast his gaze about for her, cleared his throat. "vylla?" the gargoyle called softly. "i have come to fuss over you." a chuckle. she would loathe the very notion.

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March 02, 2020, 12:20 AM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Yep it does!

Wylla remained unaware that several of her packmates were working to kit out a whelping den for her, so in the meantime, she'd selected a clearing surrounded by Engelmann spruce trees and dug a modest den directly into the ground. A small part of her was nostalgic for the mouldy log she'd left behind in Swiftcurrent Creek, but those days were behind her. The den was bare and minimalistic, which would make it easy to abandon if and when she ever figured out what Quellcrist and Ainhoa were working on.

Mahler knew where to find her regardless where she went. Her fellow Eisen kept a closer eye on her than she expected—last time she'd done this more or less completely on her own. Having someone dote on her was a nice change of pace, though her pride wouldn't allow her to admit it. She was lounging in the clearing, inspecting her belly and concluding based on her minimal previous experience that there was probably only one pup in there (she wasn't much, if any, larger than she had been with Tiercel) when he came upon her, dropping a tantalizingly fat bird and chuckling through a joke.

Absolutely not, she said, rolling onto her side and stretching her forelegs out as though to ward him away. Don't you know it's rude to look at a lady's body?
March 02, 2020, 01:56 AM
Mahler
Sagtannet
Eisen*
        "oof, you vould not turn avay your midvife," he scolded gently, nudging the plump fowl closer and settling near. he wanted to jestingly remind wylla that he had also done more than simply observe her figure, but ultimately decided that was far too salacious for his tastes to utter aloud.
        he would then content himself with memories, which cast an approving sheen to his gaze as he pretended not to look at her softening curves and pelt gone lush with the glow of pregnancy. "how is your sleep?" mahler inquired at length. by this place in motherhood, most she-wolves might find it uncomfortable to settle for the night. 
        wylla did not seem quite heavy with large pups. this relieved mahler, for their sizes were quite uneven, and he worried greatly that he might bestow the sort of birth that had tried takiyok so terribly.

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March 14, 2020, 08:05 PM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Oh, but I vould, she cheekily replied, pitching her voice low in a poor effort to match his own. She didn't fail to catch his eyes wandering over her belly and in a dramatic display, made to awkwardly cross her limbs and protect her modesty. Ha, like she had a single modest bone in her body.

Great if only I could stop dreaming about rock slides, she replied. It was a poor jest. She hadn't dreamed of rock slides at all, but Mahler was aware of her concerns regarding the mountain's safety. They would be tested before long, and perhaps that was the day that Wylla learned that wolves, even little ones, weren't as fragile as she liked to think.

I'm fine just, y'know, hungry all the time and useless, she said, reaching pathetically with her forelegs for the fowl in an effort to appear helpless. Damn you for cursing me with this affliction, she groused.
March 15, 2020, 05:56 PM
Mahler
Sagtannet
Eisen*
        her teasing elicited only a wide smile from mahler, who was pleased to be within her graces. "i shall make a safe path for you," he declared, "and come into your dreams to hold back the rocks myself." a chuckle; the gargoyle eyed her briefly before snorting a bit at wylla's pronouncement.
        "you are far from useless. and i vill take all the blame for your predicament," mahler grunted with faux seriousness, batting the kill even closer to her small paws and round body.
        "do you have names?" he asked after a moment, the hard purple light of his eyes momentarily quelled as he closed them and leant into the spare sunlight.

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March 17, 2020, 12:36 PM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
She couldn't hold back the snort of laughter when she imagined Mahler trying to hold back a rock slide. What a romantic way to commit suicide. You'll be remembered as the noblest fool who ever lived, she told him, righting herself and finally seizing the bird, which she immediately hoarded and began to devour. A more modest or polite woman might've offered it back but Wylla had no qualms with scarfing down food right in front of Mahler without any regard for cleanliness or table manners. He wanted her to eat, didn't he, so he could watch the show.

He asked about names and Wylla swallowed her mouthful of bird before responding. Yup. Was thinking of naming them Rot, Mould, Lumpy and Bumpy. What do you think? She didn't even know where Tiercel's name came from, so she was hardly prepared to name these kids. She was kind of counting on Mahler for that one.
March 18, 2020, 03:03 PM
Mahler
Sagtannet
Eisen*
        wylla continued to provoke mahler into deeper shows of affection; curling up the corners of his mouth, the musiker turned his attention elsewhere so that she might enjoy her meal in relative peace. at her proclamation, however, mahler put his gaze sharply upon her once more. 
        deadpan, as always, but he had come to know her sardonic nature. aside from a perplexed exhale of breath, mahler teased her back with his silent lack of a reaction. "so you think ve vill have four children? wonderbar." it secretly made him rather anxious, outside the joke, but this was a jest for the present.

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March 23, 2020, 03:03 PM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Oh, absolutely not, said Wylla, smiling. I like to stick to one, any extra will just be extra food stores for their chosen sibling. You get to pick your favourite name. Jesting, of course. If she had four, she'd cry, but killing kids was basically out of the question for her, especially not her own. She was pretty well convinced there would only be one pup, though, given she didn't feel any different than she did last year. A little more prepared, perhaps, but otherwise similar.

Then she fixed Mahler with a long, searching look before abruptly blurting, do you have a last name? Please tell me it's not Vunderbar. She didn't have a surname and neither did Tiercel. She wouldn't mind bestowing something upon these new children, but even no surname would be better than that.
March 28, 2020, 06:48 PM
Mahler
Sagtannet
Eisen*
        so sardonic, she was! but despite wylla and her jesting, it seemed she had a question. it was not one mahler had expected; his features pooled with surprise and then a deep amusement. for a long moment he did not speak; at length he sighed, an uncommonly large smile playing upon his lips. "mahler," the man explained, "is my surname."
        and then, for the simple reason that wylla would undoubtedly ask, he went on: "my first name is gustav." a wince, a chuckle. surely she would see why he had not gone by such!
        "ve could choose our own title for the children," mahler suggested, though his tone was careful, awaiting wylla's reaction, which was sure to intrigue him no matter what form it took.

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