Silver Moraine he's got an everloving bone to pick with one and all

the woman confirms what tezcacoatl had expected from the get-go: that the pup she sought was not the same pup he'd met in permafrost hollow. she offered him a bit more information: lucas and that she was searching for a boy. definitely not the pup that'd stumbled across him in the hollow. yet, still, she presses him, asking if he was sure it was a girl. if the serpent king did not get the gut feeling that this was a very serious matter he might've laughed. he had daughters ( and a son or two ) and was fairly certain he was capable of telling the difference between the two but her desperation makes him feel bone marrow deep sorrow. he didn't even want to imagine what it must be like and he, naturally, assumes that lucas is her child.

"red and brown with dark accents, olive green eyes. coywolf." he lists them off vaguely, drawing her coloration from relatively fresh memory. "her name is currituck." he finishes softly.