Ouroboros Spine cedarwood

he greets galana with a soft embrace, settling beside chickadee; heart beating with a fullness as he takes in the scene. sitting beside his expecting wife, in a family dinner with his little sister ... who wasn't so little anymore! years spent chasing what he was feeling right now is enough to almost overwhelm him; rushing up his throat to where he almost chokes on the soft breath he draws in.

easily, he can imagine these dinners with their children sharing their adventures with their aunt and his smile is a bit watery.

he can only hope that galana doesn't take their departure to brecheliant poorly.

the uncertainty tempers his buoyancy a bit; but he carefully tucks it away.

hunts aren't always successful, he offers in soft reassurance to galana's words. prey slips away from me, too. and he was first hunter!

mhm, kivaluk murmurs in quiet agreement to chickadee's words, having nothing to add. what are your plans for the summer, galana? will you stay here or travel? asks kivaluk conversationally, knowing his sister has a wandering spirit. it was not something he'd inherited though the gene appeared to run rampant from both his parents.