Ouroboros Spine i need those

she watched her mother assess the gifts that her adored one had laid out so cleanly. she was no mind reader and so she only hoped that her mother loved these things, that she felt the love that had been made into each piece.

everything that had been prepared was a shining of generations of knowledge.

not just from moonwolves, but from sólhárr's own history. his strength. his capabilities to bring down the beasts of the forests. she had only asked once and he had delivered tenfold. the boar's would be a boon to forneskja and many villages, if only allowed.

she was silent now to let these meeting worlds talk.

six white foxes, seven otter, two lynx, and one seal.

she did not think this was too high a price. she saw in this approval. her mother could have asked for white caribou hides and whale fat. she could have asked for things not of the season. callyope kept her facial reaction tempered behind watchfulness, but her heart felt warm and held softly in the cradle of love.

there was more.

something larger than a bride price, she felt.

a great ram upon moonsong. a ritual hunt. she felt certain that he could do this, yet she had never questioned his capabilities. she only wondered how much he would accept. all of this was surely new to him even if she had explained the importance of their ways!

her gaze held its warmth and her features softened only slightly as she looked only to him now. encouragement and belief within her heart.