Moonspear aliuktuk ⚶

He replied with a sheepish little shrug. Guess that was probably best, he murmured, otherwise, he might have botched the whole encounter entirely had he let it out. Stoicism was a difficult beast to tame for him in some regards but he had begun to grow into it better and better by the moon, learning, and making it work for the best. In his head, it was probably not as effective as he took the time to realize. He was able to find some comfort in keeping it to himself, sometimes.

Then, to his admissions, the sun in her sky? He tilted his head, moved, and realizing more on his own. The sun.. was a great star, vastly important to all the wilds beyond--counterpart, in his stories from when his ears had first begun to stand, to the moon itself. He felt a little fuzzy, cheeks warmer than before, a loss for words.. and once more, he felt so lucky that he didn't even know what to say short of some attempt at verbalizing the feelings welled up in his chest, his head, the rest of him. His everything, too, had come to want to keep her safe, happy, treasured, and loved right with him. Where his words failed, for he knew it would be clumsy at best, he pressed a soft kiss into her cheek. Even that didn't feel like enough. He wanted to give her.. so much.

As for his mother, that too kept him silent a beat. It had been hard to tell, sometimes, what went all went through her thoughts. She had strange tastes, varied ones, and had come to appreciate Dirge far better than his father had--likely for his headstrong persistence, and dark humor. Charon had never warmed, this much the son understood. He probably would have taken to Kukutux immediately (a darkened thought wondered if not for the right reasons, for the ones that had driven him to his end) for he had been Jarilo's earliest pressures to find another, and propagate the Ostrega lines. Anyway: I do think she would have, he replied, softly, when he found his voice again. Kukutux possessed something terribly special, very much so, and something from a different world than theirs that she would have liked even at face value--and not only for the usefulness of her skills, or the curious tongue she could weave that easily. For in her quietness, there were great depths that his mother would have seen probably well before him even.

Amekaze was difficult for him to think about it, though it urged fond memories back to the surface, he still missed her badly. His face had furrowed a bit, before he released it on a sigh. I wish you could have known her, he said quietly, almost off-hand in the mention. And them, too. he gestured for the pups, who were hopefully they were settling down, before he set his own head on his forelegs. It was peaceful, and their mother deserved her rest as well. Jarilo wouldn't press the subject in favor of quietude to come, either.