Jade Fern Grove just a young gun with a quick fuse

What almost felt like begrudgingly she leant to him—whether she did not trust him in the ends of her heat, or she simply wished for alone time, she voiced neither, and at her weak joke, he gave a soft rumble of consideration, eyes drifting from studying her face, as if he could unlock whatever it was that ailed her, and instead looked to the grove before him—beautiful, no doubt, when it wasn’t doused in snow and buried.

“What’s fickle about that? Can’t imagine this is an easy time of the year…”

He allowed his words to trail off—maybe that was part of it. She simply sought some solace in the moment. “Hmm,” he rumbled again. “Did I ever tell you I have two daughters? I had a wife… a family.”