Ouroboros Spine iii. out of this home

A kind expression softened her stillwater features measurably, lips curling upwards in a faint smile that was meant to reassure the achromatic man. "I am Lótë," she returned, dipping her head somewhat in a respectful manner -- as she had greeted Sialuk on the glacier. 

"That's alright. I have until sister moon chases brother sun from the sky to dig a dwelling," she lilted, glancing over her shoulder just so, green eyes landing on the den she was digging. "Thank you but my paws are just stained," the birdcaller glanced down at her berry-tinted paws as she turned back to the icebear and clarified needlessly, awkward as Adrastus was. 

"I'm a painter," she tacked on in explanation, not realizing that he may be unfamiliar with the term.