Northstar Vale hungry heart

His laugh was soft—but brought on by her. Of course he was vehement in his reassurance, and as he swore to her that there was no doubt within him that they were end game, only then could she breathe a little easier. 

A jut of her chin then, a gleam in her eye and she planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. If we start soon, maybe we can have dozens and dozens of children, she mused—beginning to walk again and casting him a backwards glance.