Moonspear kunikkaa ❇

"it is what ... it is like 'heart sweet,'" kukutux explained softly, glowing beneath his regard. she was assured by jarilo's words, and relaxed into softer lines as he continued to speak. this man will be a good father, the inner spirit whispered, and she knew it for the truth that it was. she had seen how fierce he could be toward an enemy

and arcturus

for the creed of the mountain wolves ran deeply in his blood despite his natural caution. and now the children she carried, their children, would become ostregas in their own right and time. beneath the wild banner flown by hydra, how could they not? secretly she wondered if the blackbear would elevate her mate, now that arcturus had made his own choice. and what of any cubs he sired outside the mountain? would they arrive to displace her own and lay claim to the line to moonspear's throne?

an inhale; she reddened beneath her pale fur, a light giggle of shock escaping her in reaction to his vague mention of their time among the darkened trees. "you are a man who enjoys learning. that is good. it is how you become a good teacher." had he not taught her of the way they were, of the way moonspear was? her eyes glimmered with a sudden affection, followed by a hint of mischief. "i will teach you another word. "anuxtalulu," kukutux whispered in a shy fashion, though she moved closer then, to sit alongside him with their furs just at a brush.