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When Kukutux deemed Lótë's words to be an acceptance, he felt himself relax, watching the approaching guardian slow her pace and become a bit more neutral as well. Still as fierce as a mountain lion, but tamed by the civil ways of the wolf. Obedient and respectful of the pack's alpha. He had no doubts she would have met him like a chinook sweeping across the plains in winter had their leader not called her off.

He dipped his head in appreciation and followed her with the demure disposition of a weathered plow horse still fit and considerate enough to be led by a child.

Her voice had a bit of an accent to it that he was unfamiliar with, and she was fairly curt. No small talk, straight to information and she picked up a trot to lead him. He had more questions, so he picked up his gait to move to her flank. Hearing that Lótë had delivered brought him a pang of regret- he'd missed her entire pregnancy and labour- but great joy and pride as well. "She is well?"