Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

While she affirmed that they did have much to plan, she merely wanted his company for the time being. And that was a request he could give in to. His jaw clicked shut for effect as he settled down beside her, reclining far easier to his haunches than he had in a while. And while it may have been easy for him to stay quiet, his mind was well beyond inclined to keep going. So to distract himself from such a rabbit hole, he let his solitary gaze linger on the expanse of land that was out ahead of them both. Land that right now was easily picturesque as a quintessential winter. But eventually, that gaze could not help but slip back towards Harlyn, studying her features curious and warmly.