Ouroboros Spine vii. for each others' warmth

He smiled softly when she spoke his name, as it came to his ears with gentle fondness, he thought. He found himself in awe of the women of their village who took such care to greet others with compassion. He felt as though sometimes, wolves could be distant and aloof, so as the potentially save themselves from attachment- but thus far, Lótë, Kukutux, and Sialuk had all been so courteous and friendly. She looked well; even if her paws were a mess. There was something charming about it, though.

"Yes, I am well," He said. "I was hoping to invite you to join me for a hunt...There are some rabbits nearby, I think, but..." He trailed off, as his amused gaze fell to her feet. "It appears as though perhaps your paws might be...Busy." he said with a faint laugh. From what he could tell, she was mixing some sort of compound that he assumed she might use as paint. It was well within the nature of anything wet to dry if left alone, so he supposed that he might have come searching for a hunting partner at an inopportune time if her paint mixing was time sensitive. Still - it gave him an excuse to come for a visit at least.