Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

The name given was the one Simbelmyne was the least familiar with- and knowing his ties with Moonspear made her fret silently. Would it be awkward to choose the one who lived on the mountain, or would it be unwise to do so, considering she harboured plans to leave? She wondered if Kukutux's choice reflected her own preferences, or her fondness for each of the men. Perhaps in mentioning Alaric's name first, she meant more than she spoke. Perhaps she felt Dutch was better kept as a friend, one she could see often. She would have to decide for herself if she felt the same way. 
 
Regardless, the choice was hers to make, and Kukutux had presented her with her opinion. While she wanted to choose someone for their familiarity, it seemed everyone she spoke to advised her to choose someone whose face she would remember, but not miss or long for. Alaric resided on the mountain; it was Dutch she would want to meet, to see for herself if she could trust him with her body- or perhaps more than that. 

She moved to nuzzle the woman's cheek, her tail sweeping from side to side in slow, relaxed movements. "I thank," She said, her voice catching. Something about Kukutux's scent reminded her for a fleeting moment of her own mother, and it made her realize for the first time since she had left that she missed her. She smiled, tufted ears tipping back in deference. "I am very grateful for your advice," She finished.