Noctisardor Bypass into their punching bag

dusted with dark earth and filled with the quiet pleasure of early foraging, mahler left the den he had carved into an earthen pharmacopeia. he had usually kept his things wrapped in worn deerskins and stuffed into hollows about the territory, but this time mahler meant for himself a proper larder.
it was with this stained jubilance that he came across the track of praimfaya. he was relieved that the younger graf had returned, for many things could pose danger to wolf and woman outside their borders. but she was not commander for nothing, not without strength.
her scent had shifted only an iota, but mahler knew its truth. an unexpected twinge inside him that it was coming to pass, what he had put into motion. slowly he drew up toward the pale young warrior, silently joining praimfaya in reinforcing the borders.
he wondered if she knew; intelligent and battle-tried as she was, this was a different sort of evolution altogether.