Whitebark Stream [m] dosin

yes, husband, she murmured, her voice low but filled with a warmth that simmered beneath her words. she leaned into him briefly, letting her shoulder brush against his in silent affirmation, before quickening her pace to match his lead.

she did not speak further, content to let the silence between them thrum with unspoken anticipation as they made their way along the stream. the land seemed to echo their intentions, the river's murmurs a song of strength and unity.

as they moved, she allowed herself a fleeting smile. this was their moment, their claim, their bond made tangible in the land they tread. the time would come soon, and she would not falter.