Ouroboros Spine clawfeather

Kukutux moved to placate him with more food—something that would have drawn the man’s amusement in any other time, but his worry for his daughter spurned him for now, and the elk fat was taken with gratitude, and yet deposited toward the slim figure of Silvertongue—for she would need the sustenance more for the journey before them. He stole a glance toward her—met with the lustre of gemstone blue as she also looked to him.

Moonwoman was sly in her manner of marriage—pulling him from leaning further into the orbit of his rediscovery of Silvertongue. Amusement did now flash briefly in his gaze as he turned back to the ivory woman—the quirk of his own lips daring to lift just slightly so in return. “We would be honored to host a visit for you and yours. Perhaps our younger ones can meet.”

A pause, then—wondering if they would indeed visit. Surely, she must have saw how rough around the edges the Creek wolves were.

When she offered rest, he knew he could not. His gaze softened, looking between either of his traveling companions. “I should look for Mae,” he noted to them—and then a lingering glance to Silvertongue. “Will you be fine to rest here?”