Ouroboros Spine x. darkness falling,

The breath hitched in her throat for a moment at Adrastus' suggestion, at how easily he agreed to the unspoken bride-price that Kukutux had mentioned they should negotiate. Surely it meant he was in agreement then, that he wanted the cloudberry painter for his wife. It had been staggering enough to think that anyone should want to 'pay' to marry her, let alone that the brumal spiritbear would readily meet that price even before it had been determined. The herdstalker only nodded, swallowing faintly -- momentarily touched that he wanted her back -- and let her evergreen gaze drift to the earth. Now if only she could figure out what she should ask him for as a dowry of sorts. 

It seemed the winterwhite huntsman wished to circle back to the topic once she had decided, moving on to the task she had set forth if he felt the need to truly repay her for the pelts. (Even if there was a chance that they would all end up in his den anyways once the artisan moved in.) She considered for a moment. Kukutux was a wonderful craftswoman, her ulaq was already furnished with many fine, serviceable items. "Maybe just something pretty. Something to brighten her home a little bit."

"We could go look by the lake if you're not too busy?" the dove suggested with a swish of her fawn-colored tail, thinking things might feel a little less awkward if they just spent time together.