The Sunspire the prom

She explained to him the wording—Kukutux was a woman he had heard of in name only, and knew he should likely pay his respects to her, whether Sialuk accepted him as a husband or not.

The wind drifted past them—bits of the red sand pelting at them, though no scent of another seemed to creep upon them yet. Argent knew these mountains were a popular hub for their species, and his wary eye would still drift back to the canyon, though he could all but hear the smile in Sialuk’s words as she spoke.

She meant to take many lovers—a topic Argent and her had encroached upon but he had never delved into his more ruminating thoughts on the matter. He worried of it, certainly, but between the scenarios that would play out, the worst outcome he felt would be to not have Sialuk in his life at all.

“And do you seek a wife?” And in what she felt she wished to build in Moonspear, he idly wondered if husband and wife were simply titles, and where the priority of multiple lovers would be placed.

Moonspear was a pack that held strength and wisdom—but would it topple like a deck of cards when jealousy and mistrust came knocking upon their borders?