Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

Bronco listened intently to Kukutux's instructions on how to make her herb-carrying sling, and found a multutide of additional questions bubble to the surface though he had the patience to wait, and let her finish rather than interrupting her. He wanted to know the exact details of how to make such a thing- so that perhaps he could surprise Sugar Glider with one as a gift the next time he saw her. He imagined it would be a helpful thing for a "Nomedic" to have. 

His breath hitched, though, when she added on one more detail, though, one that confounded him above the other instructions and notes she'd given him. "W-" He was about to ask a question when they came into view of her den, which looked as though it had been dug into a small knoll, by the shape of its roof. He caught the scent of fish and sniffed the air curiously, noting the scent of pine and herbs. He was too polite (and too busy gawking at her ulaq and the surrounding area) to follow her into the dark entrance, so he waited outside, though he did bow his head and try to peer into the darkness out of curiosity. There was something so mystifyingly alluring about Kukutux. "Your densite is so...uh, Beautiful," He said. A great deal of time and care had gone into the area she'd chosen to settle in.