Ouroboros Spine tipsigigaa ⫃

this was oddly civil. galana's gaze rests upon him, and kukutux, too, seems to be watching him like a hawk. a nervous warm prickle settles over the back of his neck.
abruptly, he blurts: i'd like to be second hunter, shifting so that he may appear taller, more secure. the assurance galana loaned him now sparked a drive to impress. this was his opportunity to give back, was it not? his gaze falls upon ciri, somewhat apologetic. if you wouldn't mind, that is.