Ouroboros Spine tapsi ▓

The herdstalker fell still as a winter night, gaze lingering upon Kukutux -- flickering with micro expressions of confusion, understanding, surprise -- as she listened attentively to the importance of the matchmaker's words. "I see,"  Lótë murmured with a slow nod when their flow had ceased, gaze only dropping to the earth then -- to the idle doodles the Moon had left in the loose dirt. Truthfully, she was still a little lost on the idea, uncertain what exactly she should ask Adrastus for. She pushed that aside for now as another thought popped into her mind. 

Curiously, the mouse glanced up at the Alpha with hesitant orbs of spruce green. "If it would not be inappropriate to ask...have you chosen a father for your litter already?" Maybe it was a personal decision and it would be rude to pry.  Aiwëndil felt her ears tip back, nervously waiting -- hoping she hadn't put her paw in her mouth.