Honeyed Pasture oh, the river

"don't laugh!" he teased with a gentle shove to his sister's shoulder as she reciprocated the feelings he'd shared. he turned to drink in the night sky as maggak mumbled something into the thick of his fur he couldn't quite make out. he mucked it up to some sappy words she was probably too macho to say to him directly, and in this he gave a gentle chuckle. 

she gave voice to his own thoughts, and he nodded in agreement before tacking on a, "yeah, it's always been that way for me too." there was a strong sense of comfort in knowing she felt the same way as him. "speaking of our moms," he started with a side-eye to the corner fluff of his sister's cheek, "we should probably let them know we're ok once we reach the shore. they're probably worried about us," or at least he hoped they would be.