Ouroboros Spine He's heading out the door

He was prepared to leave. She gave him time, to tread upon the mountain, and he decided that he would take that as he needed. She did not set a timeline, and explained that in her tongue, 'tomorrow' was more of a way of saying 'sometime in the future.' Indistinct. While it did not give him a frame of time that she might've preferred, or told him exactly how long she wished him to be away, he challenged himself to shorten that timespan. He would not be gone from the Spine for long; not when he had hunts to do, and not while an unfit man shared Kukutux's bed. 

Some time to reflect if the path he had offered to follow was one he wanted to take. He had pledged himself to a pack, and an idea, but was now not sure that what he had thought was what actually existed. So he nodded to her. Knowing that this conversation must have been draining on her, he stepped forward to offer her what little reassurance he could, by passing his muzzle softly along her cheekbone. "Soyez fort, wisewoman." He said. It was one of very few phrases he knew from the language he had heard in passing, brought from wolves who had travelled from the Eastern parts of the northern tundra. 

He dipped his head, and then repeated the word she had given him. "Aqaguttauq, Kukutux." He declared solemnly, and turned, headed toward Moonspear.