Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

The herd-stalker nodded, committing the suggestion to memory. Her ears pricked curiously at his choice of words, hesitating before she allowed herself to ask: "Where will you go from here, if you know?" Only to immediately attempt a withdrawal. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that. I'm just being nosy." There was a faint smile upon her lips but it was small and a bit awkward.

"I'm Lótë, by the way. Don't know if I ever mentioned that," she laughed lightly, the sound somewhat lost beneath the quiet rumble of the waves. "And you're...well, I know you're kin to Kukutux but that's all." The smile was a little more genuine now, an olive branch offering of tentative friendship.