Ouroboros Spine anittaima ◬

Truth be told, it took him a few moments to understand that he had, in fact, been given a test. So well she had veiled this that he'd nearly wordlessly complied with her request, and allowed months to pass before he would be able to fetch the price she'd asked. His furrowed brow smoothed, and the relief he felt flooding his breast showed in the way his dark lips relaxed. In spite of himself, he uttered a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected for her to test him in this way.

"You are right to do this," He responded. A light, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lip. He was surprised and pleased that he had chosen to protest the challenge he had been given- and now, it seemed, he would have what he desired. And his bride-to-be, as well. The mention of otter skins he took as a hint, as it seemed she would demand nothing of him; while he felt that Lótë had already expressed her willingness to marry him, he did want to have something to lay at her feet. Otter, the wisewoman had said. Otter it would be, then- but not as a bride-price.

It would be left to him, then, to make the final proposal now that they had the approval of their alpha. "And what of Aiolos?" He asked. "Is he to bring you an offering as well?" He asked. Kukutux had no father or mother here to set a price for her- and Adrastus wouldn't have even known what might have been a fair price for one so precious. Her approval might have been all it would take for him to earn her favour, but Adrastus cared enough to want to make sure that he was worthy of the match she wished to make.