Duskfire Glacier Like you imagined

Tuulu nodded. He left and came here. He didn't want to go too in depth on his brother's past simply because it was not his story to tell. He also wasn't sure how much he wished to make common knowledge. Isso had never struck him as a secretive man, but Tuulu still didn't want to tell his story for him. 

The tatkret offered another nod at Lane's apology. I never knew them, but I would have liked to, he told her. He occasionally wondered how different life would have been with littermates. The death of his siblings was certainly not a topic he liked to revisit often, but he didn't mind sharing with the glacier leader. 

Still, he was thankful for the change in subject. He couldn't look away from Lane's gaze; it demanded his full attention, as if she didn't already have it. Her question had playfulness dancing within his already heated eyes and a crooked smile curving one side of his lips. I would like to do many things, he told her. Really, a lot of things crossed his mind in that moment, all having to do with Lane and the spark growing between them. But, his freedom had never excused him from being a gentleman. There was a certain way to go about this; he wanted to learn more about her, bring her gifts, and help give her a comfortable place to go to when she needed a break from being a leader—he wanted to court her. But for now, I will settle for this— Tuulu reached over and gently brushed his nose across her cheek before placing a soft kiss there. When he pulled away, he added: I would like to court you if you would allow it. And I would like to spend more time with you. It was how things were done where he was from.