Moonspear Sweet sunshine

Arrluk nodded to her words, once more falling into a quietness. His predominantly sea-green eyes drift to the river bed, closing them a moment and his ears sweeping back at the soothing sound. Every so often he would steal a glance at the little ember near him, drapped in fire and snow. Come to think of it, she had more of a combining of his parent's coats then he did. How did he come out to be as he was, anyway? It was the spirit of the Akhlut in him, he guessed. 

Do you think we should return to Moonglow soon? It had been his intention to come to Moonspear when they had a need for more working adults. To live with some of his other family, know of them, their village. Would Ajei want to stay, go back, go to another village where they were most needed? Wherever she would want to go next, he would be there at her side.