Shy Deer Steppes i'm walking, i'm a southern stream

pale scenthound came dashing towards him ; ragged man gave a smile, bloodstone eyes twinkling with an almost amusement, though what could have been humour was clouded by something much stronger ; love, deep within his chest. a care that could not be replicated by any other that did not have a lass such as damsel within their life.

he brought her in close when she pressed her head to his neck. a low rumble echoed from his chest, deep and throaty - full of affection. sent the last of the kiddos your way, he huffed. should be comin' soon. got 'ere first, apparently, a chuckle left his black lips, then, as he pressed a kiss to damsel's forehead, nosing the space between her ears.

how, eh, this place been treatin' you? pulling away, the barrel of a man looked around them, then, brows rising. hopefully this ain't where we're settlin', a smile.