Northstar Vale breathe in your fiery air

mona noticed immediately nathaniel's consternation. the smile faded from her jaws and her ears swept back in worry. nathaniel's features worked in a way that revealed his struggles; she pressed herself against his broad shoulder as he settled, ignoring for the moment his compliment on her hunting skills. he drank her focus — mona was devoted to every emotion that swept the handsome planes of his striking face.
perhaps showing for a brief moment the way in which the stern rochester had grown close to the young mayfair, nathaniel tucked his large frame closer to her own, and mona nuzzled into the richly colored fur just at his elbow, in time tilting her crown to regard him with soft, somber eyes. whatever weighed on him was a burden mona wished to share, but for now she did not speak, merely waited for nathaniel to find his words.