Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

She shared more of her language with him, and he thought to try and remember these words. "I will learn these words...If it is permitted for a hunter, from another family, to do so." He did not know if this was a language shared between both the women and the hunters of her pack, but he did not want to make any assumptions. Simply because she said words to him, and told him their meaning, did not necessarily mean that they were words he was permitted to use as well. He came from a different place, a different background- and while he was eager to learn more about Kukutux, he wanted to make sure that he did not want to do anything that was taboo. 

Her smile caught him by surprise- and he realized only a moment later that his own features had drawn a look of fondness as a reflection of hers. He was flattered when he was praised, and he dipped his head gratefully. "I come from a good family." He said. It was a gentle way of accepting her praise, without being bold or egotistical. He took great pride in his family, though he had chosen to travel away from them. He had learned a great deal from them, including respect, and had carried that with him. 

In a way, what Kukutux did next was supply him with a plea, though she seemed somewhat timid to make a direct request of him. Perhaps leadership was new to her, he thought. It had likely fallen to her with the same weight that the mountain's shoulder had fallen down its length. He wanted to reach out and touch her cheek to reassure her, and to show his empathy but he felt that to do so would be to trespass on hallowed ground. Perhaps she would not want to be touched, so soon following the landslide. Given the fact she had a daughter, he could also assume she had once had a husband, and that thought made his heart ache. 

"I will bring you the finest furs," He said quietly. If nothing else, he could do what she had asked. "Which are your favourites?"