Swiftcurrent Creek Stare al Proprio Posto

Six words that made his heart thunder within his chest. But he kept his cool. You will. Was all he said, wide smile tugging at his maw. One day, he would come to the valley, to be with her. Perhaps they would den together, too. That seemed to be her implication.

And she seemed to approve of his den, too. I did, I'm glad you like it. the man replied, padding in after her. She kept to the side of the nest, and so he would stick to the opposite. Giving her space, though it was not much, considering that it had only been built for the size of himself. Maybe he should expand it. Just in case...

He would lay on his side, then, limbs curled up by his stomach, cheek against the grasses. Watching her, analyzing. The log above them was wide, one a tall, wise oak that had fallen plenty of years ago. It kept out quite a bit of light, the surrounding plants letting only the slightest sun filter through.

It was cozy, comfortable, private. Intimate, one could say. Their distance felt both too far and too close at the same time. He closed his eyes then. A lack of words found him, almost nervous. Unlike himself. Usually charismatic, charming, nonchalant.

But not around her. He opened his eyes, then. A small chuckle: Hi, there.