The Sunspire the prom

Argent listened—interested, mostly, and surprised jealousy did not rear its ugly head. Perhaps, because she spoke of other women—and his base instinct of reproduction was not threatened in that manner.

Argent was anything but philosophical and did not dwell on it.

Keen was mentioned and he recalled the yawning girl—her attention span hadn’t seemed terribly adept during his own meeting with her and he had simply believed she found him boring. Had Sialuk been slighted by the woman’s waning interest in her, he might have been more inclined to be insulted for her.

Instead, she spoke of Elentari—a she-wolf Argent had noticed, as was hard not to. Striking in her appearance—and yet perhaps smitten with another outside their village. Had he been more boisterous and not entirely new to navigating the scenario of such open intimacy, he would have questioned if her lovers were for her, solely.

They had been travelling—keen on placing distance between them and the canyon, but he pulled her to a stop, his eyes intent upon her as he studied her. “You’ve a long reign ahead of you, Sialuk. You’re heart is pure and will be provided all it desires,” he offered, sweeping a kiss to her before once more coaxing her along.

But one questioned remained—and if they were nothing but honest with one another, he would need to know the limits in what she held. “Your… anax̂,” he began, wondering if he had coined the proper term for Kukutux. “She has a husband and a wife, but are they also wed to one another?”