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following his meeting with iana and his reunion with ciri, mahler had checked wearily upon the children he had left with sequoia. the duskfire wolf had warned him of putting too much strain on the young mother's plate, and she had not lied. but it was dark now, and he could see that they were asleep. 
a murmur to her, one of thanks and affection. he would return in the next day.
after a night's sleep, albeit one fitful, mahler lunched alone on the food that iana had given for the children. he must bring something for her, and for duskfire, the man knew. he had forgotten neither their hunt nor the potential threat of ursus, looming larger now that rivenwood had lost a skilled fighter.
mahler set out to the borderlands. he ended his patrol by chasing a lone coyote for some minutes before he returned to rivenwood, and therein, sequoia's den. while her own were young, he knew she would helpfully share the task of dividing her time with worripa and skaigona. but for the nights and for some of those times, he wished to relieve her of some of it. would it be better to leave them as they were, or bring them to his own den? he hoped to find out.
little druid was the first he spotted, her small grayling self intent upon something nearby. mahler, who had brought a fresher duck for sequoia, set it down and watched her for a moment. 
maybe it was easier, then, that they grow here, and he find a rendezvous for them all in the coming months. he could offer her his time in shifts, and keep the quartet under his watchful eye. and he could bring her meat while they weaned, and after.
mahler was contemplative.