Larksong Grotto ☾ tléix'

with how her ribs gouged like sunlight upon dawn, she took bites that were polite. he raised a brow at this. a genteel nature that he'd long forgotten, though born with, to become tartok. for tikigak he had done it. but she was long gone, now.
sangilak chooses not to be plagued by the memories, no matter how much they stain his heart.
moondancer's body language read of submission; this much pleased him so. yet: the terror in him wished to seek the relentlessness. what would she do for cubs? if their life was at risk? uktark was yet to become father. with the loss of his mate came the loss of his bloodline. 'twas a mar he'd never heal from.
he allowed this exchange of scents. a natural, necessary, proximity that he felt heat rose from. moondancer peered from over his shoulder to the great beyond of the grotto. she wished to see more. and he wished to see the land that he used to covet.
when tail met his flank he nipped, catching threads of fur between wet mouth, and soon enough: pawsteps behind moondancer, following her out of the grotto.