Moonspear kunikkaa ❇

A soft grin, then, and he kept the meaning and its word for later now that it was fresh on his tongue. Much like many of the other tidbits of the language she sprinkled for him, he was slowly starting to absorb them--even before the notion occurred to him that his offspring may come to know it one day too, a thought that came now with a strange thrill as once he could recall picking up the pieces of his own mother's language and cherishing every bit she shared with him. Would they be the same, whoever they might grow to become? Which, he knew was him getting ahead.. but it was an easy, fond thought to entertain.

Her noted observation segued him into further consideration, then--a teacher, a role he had started to grow more comfortable with thanks to Hydra's quartet of cubs. First as a distraction from his grief, but he had used it to an advantage far greater than he had known. Of course, his ears gave a sheepish little splay then, though he kept his warm countenance. I always have had very good teachers, he replied, believing to have learned from some of the best--and with no interest in stopping this, now eager to hear more from Kukutux of her language, knowledge, skills, and all else..

When her voice hushed away to the whisper, his ears pressed eagerly after it, not having missed the glint in her eyes. Oh? But, he had not a single clue what that might mean. He leaned back against her just enough to further press their furs together, and hesitated a moment to licks his lips, trying to muster an attempt: Ah.. an...anux talu lu, he tried to repeat. Utterly without grace, and cue the squint that followed once he heard himself. Awkward. It's much nicer when you say it. What is that one?