Kildeer Rest suammaktuk ≜

Thank you!

Of course, her natural inclination was to scoff a bit, though only internally. Towhee rolled her eyes, albeit at herself, and paid attention. She had said she would respect Moonglow's customs and she wanted to stick to her word. Maybe it wouldn't make a whole lot of sense to her but Kukutux had said that was okay, as long as she respected it.

The story about the eyeless wolf naturally reminded her of Fennec, which sent a throb of fond longing through her. Pay fucking attention, she scolded herself, especially because following Kukutux's lips required every ounce of her focus.

It was funny, really. By the time she finished, Towhee's eyes ached in a way that reminded her of Wraen. And the storytelling itself reminded her of her dead friend, as well. Wraen had hated Kukutux. Had Kukutux hated Wraen? She wondered but did not raise the subject.

"I used to be a chronicler, myself, though I don't flex that muscle often," Towhee replied. "Anyway, I really appreciate the sentiment. Of course, my word is one thing and not worth much since you don't know me yet. But broken ears aside, I'm confident I'll prove myself an asset." She dipped her head and, while it was down there, spied the last of the dried meats and happily gobbled them.