Ouroboros Spine kamma ⨰

a soft swell of embarrassment rises within kivaluk, despite that he knows kukutux does not mean her exclamation in any ill way. he worries for a moment if he's being too eager — but throwing himself completely into tasks was how he's lived his life for a long time. he does not know any other way.

she offers him sage advice: of things he should collect for his bride price. to bide his time, to ride out the winter months and when the frosts thaw begin this journey. by then, he will be a year old. old enough, probably, to be considered for such things, even if he wasn't yet a man able to seed cubs.

a dual boon: collect things for his bride price whilst honing his hunting skills.

a thought occurs to him then, one that causes him to blanche and for a small spike in his heart rate. ajakuluk, he begins hesitantly, salmon pink tongue drawling across his jowls, ears fluttering back in consideration of his own worries thoughts; sudden as it was. what if they ask me to leave moonglow?