Ghian
The words were so surprising, he actually asked Aalyan to repeat himself. “You want to teach them what?”
“Not me.” Aalyan’s eyes were on the ground between them where they were cooking fish—his mate had already caught them when Ghian had returned to their cave and now it was beginning to make sense. “People that know how, but, like, us.” He swallowed, and Ghian’s own throat felt constricted at hearing his mate refer to himself that way. “Telez... Well, he asked me about my birth pack a few days ago and then I realised that if we want their help, we need to help them first. I... Am I making sense?” He glanced up, eyes wide and vulnerable.
Ghian resisted the urge to gather him into his arms and twirl him until he whooped. Aalyan was an adult and this was a very adult proposal indeed
