Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

"I would agree," He said, nodding his head. More than once in his travels had his pack crossed paths with another, and the elders of his pack had been able to communicate with them having learned their language. It was not terribly similar to the one Kukutux shared with him now; he didn't recognize any of the words he had spoken thus far, where he had come to know at least a few basic words from the other language he'd heard before. He felt a bit ashamed that he had not taken the time to learn that language too- but they had only needed to communicate briefly, in passing, as one pack went in one direction and the other continued on their way. A peaceful transaction of information amongst elders, but little more than that...And the majority of the conversation had been in the common tongue. "You are a Wisewoman indeed," He said softly. 

He felt a pang of shame, having spoken a compliment to her, though he hoped she did not think of him as being too bold. She grieved, he reminded himself. And while her songs had ended, he couldn't imagine that that meant that the pain had ended too. Still, she seemed to approve of his character, and he dipped his head in thanks. He would also like to think that he was doing his parents proud, even though he was far from where he'd been born. 

He was keen to know if there was something that might please her above the others, in terms of pelts. He was not surprised that she liked fox pelts, as foxes were beautiful and soft. He had seen some that were darker in hue as well, and he wished that he could find something along those lines around here...But they were a rarity, and even a regular fox could be tricky enough to hunt down. Martens had a soft pelt as well, darker ochres, and when she mentioned the next, he smiled and supplied "Beaver." That one would be water resistant as well, he thought. "I think I might know of something you might like," He said, though he couldn't be sure. He wondered if he should surprise her- but then again, there was a possibility that some pelts were not to be used. "Is there any creature- aside from wolf, of course- whose pelt you do not accept?" That was the safer way of doing it. That way, he could potentially still surprise her with something- if he could track down the creature he hoped to find- without potentially bringing her something she did not wish to see. 

The idea of her bringing pelts to the den she intended for him to dig gave him a warm feeling in his chest, and in his belly. He got the hint, of course- and that was that she wanted for him to have made a den for himself the next time he brought her a pelt. "I will have an ulaq to show you," He said. Another promise, but another one he intended to keep.