Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

Bronco was pleased and proud- but not surprised to hear that Kukutux was fond of Meerkat, and that she'd been polite. His little sister really was something else- and he amazed her a bit more every day in how she was becoming her own wolf, all the while absorbing the best parts of the wolves around her to incorporate them into her own sense of self. "Thank you," He said, of course, when she also noted his politeness, which came with a somewhat sheepish smile. If only Kukutux could meet his mother- he was certain she'd be horrified by Niamh's lack of decorum. 

He felt awkward and out of place when Kukutux softened in a certain way; he wondered if she was trying to be apologetic, but her posture often referenced something like submission, and for reasons he couldn't understand. He'd been brought up by the pack's Sergeant-at-Arms, and had lived a life that had sheltered him from the knowledge that other packs and cultures might have roles that were taught and fulfilled only by certain genders. He didn't realize yet where her deference was coming from- but with every bow of her head and folding of her shoulders, he too tried to make his posture more meek and subservient. She was the Gamma, after all, and ranked about as high as you could get before joining the leadership in duty- and aside from that, he had an innate desire to be courteous and meek toward females, having been raised by a couple of powerhouse women. 

There was something in her tone that worried him, but he knew he ought not ask. And she spoke of her birthplace, but not at length, and not with a smiling tone, so he decided he might be best to let that be, no matter how much he wanted to learn more about hunting on ice which sounded absolutely amazing. What did they hunt on ice? And how could they even run when ice was so slippery? Of course, the boy had never been to the sea, and had never seen how different sea ice could be from the ice that formed on ponds and rivers. With a small bob of his head, he followed her, as she offered to give him medicine by the river. He was a bit confused- but clearly, Kukutux knew what she was doing. 

As they moved along, he floundered, trying to find a way to get to know her better without reminding her of things she didn't seem to want to talk about. "What uhm....What kind of pelts do you like best?" He asked quietly, hoping that that might be a place to start.