Ouroboros Spine kuli ⧫

Given the chaos of the last few weeks, Lane had more or less forgotten the pitch Kukutux had made to her back in the Heartwood-- her offer to find Lane a boyfriend, or a mate, or whatever. Lane certainly wouldn't have faulted Kukutux for dropping her matchmaking side project in favor of, you know, delivering her pack from ruin and establishing a new claim with herself at the helm. It was the kind of thing that took a considerable amount of energy and attention, Lane imagined. 

Drawn in by Kukutux's call, Lane trotted deeper into Moonglow's territory, taking the opportunity to look around and absorb her surroundings. For the most part, the Glen refugees had taken up on the fringes of the claim, disinclined to impose too much upon their sisterpack's goodwill. This was the first time Lane had ventured into the heart of the territory, and she had to admit, the scenery was breathtaking. 

Her thoughts drifted back to Kukutux's words, "I have a name for you."  Would it be a Moonglow man, then? Lane was a bit surprised that Kukutux hadn't approached her or, as far as she was aware, anyone else from the Glen about staying more permanently. Kukutux was building a pack here, after all. It would only make sense for her to recruit the displaced wolves who were already on her border. But perhaps hooking Lane up with a Moonglow man was her (admittedly sly) way of doing exactly that? Either way, Lane was curious and eager to have another conversation with Kukutux. 

But the duck was not alone. 

"Hey, Kukutux," Lane greeted the woman with warmth in voice and curiosity in her expression. Her amber gaze flicked to the man present, but only lingered momentarily. She wasn't a creep or anything. "So, you have a name for me? Someone who needs medical attention, or...?" ..Or the other thing? The boyfriend thing? Lane didn't want to assume anything, of course.