Fox's Glade ocean eyes

Heavy steps crunching in the snow behind her lighter ones. The thought of fishing made him hum in amusement, though he shook his head slightly. Don't know much about fishin', he admitted after a moment, his deep voice breaking the quiet around them. But I reckon I can appreciate it. Sounds peaceful.

He glanced at her, catching the wistful look in her sage eyes as she spoke of her home and her fears. For a moment, his gaze softened, the usual rugged edge of his demeanor easing as he considered her words.

It's not all bad out here, he said, his tone gentler than before. Might not be Kathhara, but... it's got its own kind of good. 'Specially if you meet the right folks. He offered a small, almost awkward smile, one corner of his mouth tugging upward.

Though words weren't his strength, he hoped she felt the weight of his reassurance. It wasn't much, but it was something.