Ouroboros Spine tapsi ▓

She felt a stilling in herself at the words of 'bride-price' and wondered after what this term might mean -- resolving to ask in a moment so as not to overwhelm the wan Moon with too many questions at once, despite how her heart raced with the wings of a hummingbird and pounded in her throat like the tribal drumming of paws upon stone and slabs of wood. The festival music of her people's public mating ceremony echoing in her ears, as if she could still hear the chanters and callers filling the air with a symphony of endlessly changing music. 

At mention of the spiritbear, her lips curled ever so faintly -- peridots dropping shyly. It was a good match in her mind. The pale huntsman was gentle and kind, not to mention he had more than proven himself to be a valuable member of the pack and a good provider. He would sire strong pups and the aspiring Naturalist knew she would be able to rely on him for help if they whelped their own litter. Most importantly, she was rather fond of him...perhaps it was a fondness that could grow into something more with time, if nourished as she tended her herbs so dotingly. 

"I would not be adverse to this match...if Adrastus is of a similar mind," the mouse agreed, returning her eyes to Kukutux's similar hues of coniferous green with a hint of girlish excitement in the way she chewed at her lip, green gaze sparking. "Might I ask what a bride-price is?"