Honeyed Pasture I'll grab my light and go with you

i am kivaluk. the hunter offers at the question, feeling a building awkwardness again. though kivaluk had always considered himself more social — at least between himself and akkuma — he cannot quite wrap his mind around why, this second time too, he is met with a prolonging awkwardness.

well, kivaluk draws in a breath. i should get back to tracking. he doesn't mean to sound as dismissive as he assumes he does. but he wants to keep up with the herd before they get too far ahead of him.

with a sheepish grin, he leaves the goldkissed to his own devices to resume tracking.