Noctisardor Bypass winging it

kiggypack. mahler's amusement continued. "he has been scarce, as of late. i sent him to moonspear and he has not come back." a roll of his charcoal shoulders. "in his absence, i vill offer myself as den excavator," the graf joked.
reminded of how he had helped nyx find a suitable whelping den, he cleared his throat. "vhat sort of details vould you like for a shelter?" he asked, setting his mind to consider the details of rivenwood and where he might find the sort of locale sequoia would describe.
"fussy?" mahler inquired, belatedly, a moment later, tipping broad crown toward her again.