Bonesplinter Ravine pack it up

lorcan glances toward envy, her sharp frame silhouetted against the morning light as she strides ahead, keeping her distance. something that draws a vague quirk of his brow from the bastard. his lips twitch, a faint smirk tugging at the corner as he raises his voice just enough to reach her.

so, what’s it today, envy? foxes? rabbits? or are you finally aiming higher—badgers, maybe? his tone is light, teasing, laced with the kind of rough humor he knows she’ll bristle at just enough to make it fun.

as they move, he presses closer to elowen, enjoying the warmth of her next to him. every so often, he nudges her gently, a soft brush of his nose against her cheek or a fleeting touch to her shoulder. she belongs here, next to him.

maybe we'll find a herd o' something to hunt along the way. could be fun.

he doesn't know why he's trying to lighten the mood. he really, honestly, shouldn't care.