Ouroboros Spine ᐊ ukkuq

ippiksaut listened with quiet attention, watching the way his gaze moved over the hide— not as a hunter judging a prize, but as a father might look upon something meant for his own. the way his shoulders eased under the lavender warmed her deeply.

when he finished, her smile came soft and unguarded, maternal in its shape.

thank you, rodyn, she said, voice low, touched with pride. your eye is honest. it means much to hear that it will comfort raindrop and her kin.

she brushed the pelt once more, smoothing it with a tenderness that showed how much she wished to give the young mother something worthy.

his offer of the white fox fur drew her gaze back to him, surprised but warmed.

that is generous...! she murmured. more than i would ever ask of you.

a breath, soft as the fur they spoke of. 

if you truly wish to donate it, i would be honored to prepare it for raindrop’s nest. she deserves such care.

then, a small glint of amusement in her mismatched eyes.

and i will remember your words, rodyn ardeth. a queen’s judge is no small thing.