Ouroboros Spine i am made of memories

there is a weight to kivaluk's words; to the vow he makes, which would tie it to the vow he makes chickadee. but he couldn't accept or imagine anything that would take him from chickadee or their future children. the idea of putting them thru what he went through made him physically ill; souring his stomach and leaving a bitter, acrid taste in his mouth.

i should get back to chickadee. kivaluk drawls on a breath.
thanks aiolos. kivaluk offers the sunking a gentle bump of his muzzle to his chin before parting ways.