Deepwood Weald [m] one for the money

time skip! also some assumptions, let me know if you mind or i will edit :)

she knew he did not like to lay openly; beneath the moon, there were no walls here. atka tucked herself beneath an arm and pressed herself to his chin. the bite of the cold to her stomach was ignored as they curled up. his warmth and breath was all she needed.

atka dreamed that it was enough for him too. in this open world, where eyes may pry with ready teeth waiting, she was not alone. completion is the only description her tired mind could offer to this feeling. the fantasy that she could still, just maybe see the sweet little faces that they might bring into this world was all she needed to rest.