Moonspear nuyuiksuk ⚬

Quiet between, and after his questioning, he observed carefully, coolly and tried to stay relaxed. In part, he had to remind himself of his own business, too. She said she didn't want to be alone, words to anchor him by for now.. so best he unwind some, given the opportunity, and lack of a better alternative. While he intended to function firstly as a guard.. he knew this well within the territory, there was not a need for any excess. He rested here often, prowled around in passing undisturbed even more than that.

Nevertheless--Kukutux was easy enough to remember, and with a curious cadence like that, he matched it to her with a small nod. Courtfall, he was vaguely enough aware of to keep going with another well-matching nod. Courtfall from the other mountain range, beneath the Sunspire, where Dragomir and Isilmë's lightning-struck mother had gone off to make her claim. Usually these were relatively inconsequential facts to him, who prioritized home first, the rest later on until he felt like reaching for them. The next piece--pieces, rather--brought it confusingly to here, and the last nod was smaller, and his ears tilted back, a blink, almost a squint.  Uviq--husband? Traded?

Understanding didn't dawn completely, but it eased its way in surely. His knee-jerk thought was to need Hydra's advice on this immediately before he could be drowned out by so much of what Charon had told him. Since Moonspear was not frequently a place of husbands, this had him (bachelor uncle at best) a pinch off guard, but he slackened off his furrow as soon as he realized it coming. Hydra and Alya weren't sharing their husbands as far as he knew, he and Arcturus were the rest of the family that was here. Revui, gone. Dragomir and Hydra's brood too young still. Beyond that.. mostly unrelated and unproven to his glance. He remembered to pick up his ears and now knowing this, looked back on his moments ago with such inner turmoil that he had to move on, distraction-hungry, it went towards her.

I see.. he exhaled slowly, showing no opposition and a careful curiosity, like he didn't know how to respond, or what to ask. What else? He would find out as notably, traded for her skills struck him, and was a easier start point to him than.. a husband to her wife. So what are your skills? Do you know.. why here? he edged in while he stepped over to a spot in front of her to ease for a sit; he tucked his tail close, peeking around them once, before returning to her. As he was getting it, she had come for a bond taken seriously, and not a title to carry lightly. Not on the Spear as he knew it in his lifetime. His mother, Hydra. Alya, too. Sorry, you've probably had to answer for a lot lately, he sighed, trying to sympathize as he softly shook his head. This is new to Moonspear, and me, as well as I know it, he said. I want to understand something in him also needed to convey as mildly as he could put it; she seemed tired, and maybe deserving of peace, instead of his inquiries.