Serpent Lake have you tried turning it off and on again?

yes indeed!

he remembered siku's face, and the remnants of old love and aged bitterness had flickered back into his heart's cadence. and yet he felt the same for the dark witch as he always had. tonravik had earned his respect, and tartok pulsed in his blood, but he belonged inexorably to the plateau, and not only because of his children. "i am indeed," he confirmed with a nod, submitting that kero's point was firm.

he wondered if the ruddy man felt a kinship with the fierce witch, or if he existed solely as the father of her children, an accessory to her ferocity. certainly in her heart of hearts, if she was anything akin to siku, she did not feel like she needed the crimson wolf. but wisely he held his tongue upon that point.

"hearts together, those two," he mused laughingly. "i do not know how we would have fared, had siku accepted my love and my bid to rise alongside her. i am so vastly different than the feral creature lurking beneath her lovely surface." he smiled. "how did you and tonravik come to be, if you do not mind my inquiry?"