Kildeer Rest otter boy

she watched him, her gaze steady and soft, unyielding in its patience. his flinch was noted, but not remarked upon. instead, she busied her paws with the earth, her movements careful and deliberate as she unearthed the green treasures beneath the snow. his thanks reached her ears, and she paused, glancing toward him with a small, understanding nod.

i know now, she murmured, her voice low, her words broken in their shared tongue, yet carrying warmth. i will not worry.

a brief silence hung between them like the frost clinging to the air. she let it settle, filling the space with the gentle rustling of disturbed earth. her gaze flicked to him again, her expression contemplative.

husband... does not speak of past, she added softly, her voice carrying a note of shared understanding. then, quiet.

her focus returned to the herbs, fingers brushing through the delicate stems as she worked. after a moment, her gaze rose again, meeting his with quiet determination.

i hear yours... when the time comes.