Moonspear tupigigaa ⊥

In light of how the Glen had expanded rather rapidly since branching onto its own, he could not claim to know its depths exactly--but it did make sense for their ranks to attract the younger sorts. It had been many of Moonspear's yearlings lot that had gone to on to make that foundation, and of course, they would lure others of a similar bearing. I see, which does make sense.. he reasoned thoughtfully, and indeed, did not wish to inadvertently help steer any match to be too terribly ill-placed.

Mentally, he thumbed through those he did know again, past Desdemona, from Keres to Toad to Opalia to even Yama (though he sincerely doubted she would want to find herself in a situation like this one--but she could always surprise him), those with a bit more experience on their bones than mere yearlings; his list was a little short, but not vacant, at least.

Listening on, he smirked a bit as he felt himself lean a bit into her touch. They just might, you know, he snickered. Especially if word of successes travels. Not many could boast such a claim to successes like that, not that he could know about from here anyway. But to not only find a potential match, but to possibly do so within the scope of Moonspear's good graces, was plenty of gain. Has Hydra heard any about it yet? he wondered, since his considerations kept skimming past thoughts of her judgements, somehow.