Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Her suggestion—bless her—stirred a bark of a laugh from him, though his eyes were keen on her—the scent of her drifting to him now, and he inched closer to the den entrance, where the open air beckoned him. “If you think I’m letting you out of my sight for some rando guy to come up and try to take advantage of you…”

He trailed off—berating himself with a cluck of a tongue as his gaze sought the den ceiling as he released a low groan. “Eshe…” He halted. “Quill.” A sharp exhale. “You told me you wanted nothing more than a family of your own.”

He let that linger between them.