Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

His heavy stare hardened, hues darkening. 

Maybe not in the same way, but this woman knew of hardship. Of betrayal. And yet, here she stood. Not broken. Not destroyed. But stronger. With the will to do what she'd been called to. 

Sounds like the purest heaven. And my own personal hell to finally call home.

He answers with firmness, a low growl reverberating in his chest. Not one of aggression, but of a sense of welcome in regard to her offer. It was one he could not refuse. Not when he knew this chance wouldn't so easily come again.