Shadewood tusk dawn

— his name in her mouth sounds right. his fur bristles at the sound of it but not from anger. from wanting. from shivers. he tilts his head as she speaks, blood drying in flakes along his jaw, ears twitching once at cousin to kusax̱asaa.

his grin does not fade. if anything, it deepens.

has ice raven been so swift in answering his devotion?

his eyes flick to the offering at her feet. his body shifts, moving closer, slow—

i see you now, pale doe. daa'ka offers her a gentility he would not any other woman. she has offered him a gift; he will give her one in return. spirits see you too. ice raven see. he lifts one paw and touches the edge of the fur.

thank you. he grins an exhale.