Bitterroot Valley sundowning

so SORRY FOR THE WAIT

kuxa̱ steps further out of the half light until the dusk settles along the bones of his face. he stands just off center from them both, head low, the tension in his spine a thin bright line running from skull to tailtip.
her eyes leave him and something in him tilts. she looks away with no scoff on her lips, no sharp little curl of mockery; so that must mean well.
hungry, he voices with a rough cadence. his ribs do not show but the hunger sits in him always, craving the hunt.
he shifts his weight toward her, a quiet drifting motion, eyes cutting between the gold-eyed boy and her. hunt. he echoes ezra’s offer without ceremony.