Shadewood two hearts, too hard

That seemed to have worked, at least somewhat. Had the mountaineer hands, he would have mimed a zipping motion over his lips. Secret's between you, me, and God.
As Boone looks down at the poor kid, this jumbled ball of raven fur, his chest tugs. Where the hell was Iseul? Where were this kid's parents? His siblings? Did he have any? He leaves all of these questions to flit about in his mind for now. He'd been a boy too, once; a boy like him with wide brown eyes and no one left to make him their problem.
A lump forms in his throat.
Let's get you some supper. We'll hop down by the river and I'll catch us both somethin', how 'bout that? He lumbers forward with a motion of a hefty paw. I hear there's a nice coastline up this way, too. I ain't never been to no beach, though. Can't promise it don't suck.