Ouroboros Spine glory

his own path on being husband has not been an easy one: likely his own doing as he largely did not leave moonglow's claim for much aside from duties as first hunter. he had grand delusions of traveling — surely he is old enough that kukutux might grant him the leave to search for a wife — but ... he does not feel the desire to leave, even temporarily ( trips in search of his mother nonwithstanding ).

which left him women that were either already married, far too young to be married or related to him.

yeah, he parrots, silvered champagne gaze watching her for a moment as she turns her face away; it felt like a stolen moment he should not have given himself and looks away, though not in shame.

she was pretty and he was shallow enough to admit that pretty things tended to catch his eye.

being friends first sounds like a good foundation for marriage. not that he had any of those, really. still, it sounds as if it were a strong base in which to build from.

his steps slow upon the approach of his den. it's just up ahead. he gestures to the mouth of his den, rock covered in soft moss and climbing ivy. i think it might've been a rendezvous den at one point. he murmurs though he, of course, could not be entirely sure aside from the fact that it'd been abandoned when he found it.

you can go inside if you want, check it out. but he would wait just outside; tracing the familiar path he'd worn into the land leading up to it.