Whitebark Stream mulberry

starhewn wife let out a soft laugh, eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned slightly toward him. sheep killer? sounds like i should’ve been scared to meet you, she teased, her tone light, though the playful smirk on her lips softened the jab. but i suppose i’m lucky, having someone so... experienced with sheep on my side.

she flicked her tail lazily, the humor lingering in her expression, but there was a shift in her tone as she tilted her head to look at him more earnestly.

you would hunt for me? she asked, quieter now, a faint warmth creeping into her voice.

the question wasn’t heavy, but it carried something deeper—a mix of gratitude and curiosity, her playful demeanor giving way to a rare moment of sincerity. i’ll take your sheep, she added with a soft chuckle, her eyes lingering on him for just a moment longer. but only if they’re good ones.