The Heartwood agra ♨

A low chukle, followed by a smile, “Ah, I would appreciate it, Kukutux,” silence, a glance to the pearl beside her, “But I am able to hunt for myself.” In fact, Agana could hunt for her, for she was older, taller, stronger than the ivory girl.
 
The question was unexpected, something she had never thought about in her life, not even once. “Become a wife? I..” she glanced down, unsure of what to answer. “I never thought about it.” Another chuckle, “Have you?” why did you ask me this? But perhaps it was rude to ask this, even if she needed an answer.