Ouroboros Spine tiniruk ⌓

Come closer, she sang and he would heed her word without hesitation. His lean build and tall figure catching the distance between them quick with each smooth step. She stood, a leg once cradled now forced to press to the earth. To not show her weaknesses before him. He knew her to be injured, he'd learned as much and he came not only to pay his respects but to ensure her own wellbeing.

She did not easy into the take lightly. Her words quick to speak of the very possible death of both her son and mate. Aiolos had known Hydra had not recovered from the fallen mountain and many else had yet to be seen. An entire empire to ruin, wiped clean from the wilds in one quick moment.

He could only imagine the grief which she felt at the loss of her child. Grief like @Tzila had however worse for Kukutux in knowing how her son had been lost by her. There was much more likely a chance her son was not coming back. And her mate, too? Aiolos frown deepened. He might of felt a pang of guilt, by knowing the husband of the woman he wanted might be dead. But Aiolos would have never wished the moonlit woman any grief in any manner, including the loss of her husband.

I'm so sorry, Kukutux... His flaming gaze searched the earthy spring of her own, for any doubt she might have. He'd move forward then, to brush his snout along the pale of her cheek and should she not pull away, drape the length of his muzzle and throat over her cloaked shoulder. To hug her, comfort her, if she would have it.