Swiftcurrent Creek what was i made for?

The lowering of her eyes as he looked upon her, incredulous that any being dared lay harm to her—it broke him. There was a sharp inhale given by the man, and before he could move forward, she spoke of a bear—and he felt the curl of his lip.

She felt nothing could be done of it. He disagreed. But that was not for her to worry about.

Instead, he gathered her fiercely to him, cheek pressed to her own, holding back the smallest frown from his features. “I’m just glad you’re back now,” he offered, giving her a small squeeze before pulling back. “Stay?”