Moonspear nuyuiksuk ⚬

Beyond all of the everything he could and should ask here and right now, he could not articulate why he felt torn, even slogging through a touch-starved stubborn shyness. Why, now, as warmth started to build between them.. doubt had to remind him and he wondered what he was going to do after this--how this could even play out of for the mountain if she found her promised husband among them at all--if the sisters of his would allow it. That was why he knew the involvement of the other half would be painfully important as well.. her only way to a valid chance on these peaks. Why he worried when he knew.

Still, he didn't want her to feel badly.. he couldn't perceive the depths of her agonizing when he could not know what it was the role he was meant to fulfill. He was raised as such, stern.. careful, though he deep down knew to prioritize his own comfort, if he could help it--if he couldn't admit it now, tense, feeling sprung upon by something so massive.. and yet just looking at her (as he felt drawn to do, part by every motion), a little green-eyed moondrop in Moonspear's grove.

Trying to be quiet and let her set the pace considering the tired he sensed, he still.. didn't know as the strange, unfamiliar silence settled in between the two. Rest, he hoped, could come.. since he was not here to make a running start of anything so very, painfully soon among his sorts. After a heavy wait, unsure, he managed to edge himself closer slightly when he gathered a bolt of courage though soon after, he set his paws to his forelimbs to try to doze a bit if his whirring head might permit. He was on watch until then, for later recollection, unless or until Kukutux said so.