Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

gosh i love him

the boy's outburst was so sudden that it sent the duck's auds sliding backward, a step to follow. yet in the next moment kukutux had recovered, listening to the explanation provided by the youthful warrior. 

at his apologies, the woman gave a light shake of her muzzle. there was no need, and less for her. he would be a man one day, and men made no such overtures toward the feminine.

"bronco." it was interesting to the snowbird, the sound of it, but she reserved her commentary. "i am the wife of jarilo. kukutux," she added, closing the distance between them with a curious expression passing through her springjade gaze. "you are hurt?"

no physical wounds that her healer's eye beheld, nor blood; he had mentioned bruising. bronco already dwarfed her own slight figure, even in repose as he was, and she blinked curiously at the scarring along his muzzle. "i have medicine."