Ouroboros Spine vi. two hands longing

"I'm sure," Aiwë demurred, Zane's meaning lost on the birdwatcher. Adrastus was the first male to pay her any sort of attention, having never spent much time in the company of male peers in her native tribe. She understood on some level that the Ostrega was flirting with her but much of his innuendo was lost on the inexperienced yearling. She assumed that the he-wolf's words were innocent, that he referenced a talent for ordinary crafts like tanning hides or composing songs.

"What kind of tips?" the fawn agouti wondered softly, another miniscule ripple creasing her brow as the cad's suggestive words fell on splayed auds. Her head canted to the side slightly, waiting for an explanation.