Ouroboros Spine raptor wrangler

kivaluk waits for her answer with baited breath, though he tells himself that he's not; that it was ok if they were just friends. just roommates.

because he valued her friendship more than anything; and maybe in that he was more in love with her than he even realized: willing to fit himself in her life where his puzzle piece fit.

but she speaks that there was potential and his heart grows wings; furiously beating within it's cage of his chest, threatening to flutter up his throat.

ok, kivaluk says with a soft clear of his throat. ok, good. he murmurs, mostly talking to himself, gaze darting around for a moment before he meets her gaze. may i have your permission to court you?

he remembers his talks with kukutux of courting and how the wolves of moonglow typically went about it. though he contemplates that perhaps she was supposed to chose him to court her but before it can spiral into anxiety, he figures switching it up might be ok.

after all, it was her choice: whether she accepted or not.