Ouroboros Spine and some people thrive in chaos

the older man's response to kivaluk's honesty about not being able to hunt yet — or more so having not yet begun hunting form himself in any sort of capacity — appears to mirror kivaluk's own disappointment and this warms the boy to him; if by a small fraction.

they were still practically strangers but it was a start.

visibly, kivaluk hesitates at the offer instinctively wanting to seek one of his parents' approval before agreeing to such a thing... and he wanted to be trained by his father. `dunno if i'm allowed. and though kivaluk didn't always think the 'when you're older' statement was fair it sticks in his mind here and now. was a squirrel likely to hurt him? no. but obviously, his parents knew what was best for him —

intuition told him 'no' and he deflates some, shoulders sagging. dat's okay. but uhm, thanks.

...really? kivaluk asks, shifting his focus to the talk of 'scouting' and that it was only recently that his companion became one himself. i like adventures. even if he had to work on his socializing.