Ouroboros Spine how can i believe when this cloud hangs over me

the one and only, he follows up his rather corny statement with an equally as corny toothy little grin, watching as she takes a seat beside him and eagerly entertains his presence. there must be something in the air in moonglow; why was everybody so... nice?
not that he was going to complain.
he mirrors her by taking his own seat beside her, drawing his gaze upward to meet her own. he offers her the beaver with a gentle nudge. he could always hunt another one. so far so good, he shrugs. it's starting to feel more like home already. are you from here? or are you a stray, like me?
he'd probably punch himself if he knew he was casually chatting up the daughter of the literal, actual leaders.