Neverwinter Forest longfur

he brought his muzzle to her cheek, brushing it lightly against her fur in a reaffirming gesture. the warmth of the contact lingered as he pulled back, his voice low and steady.

if it is a husband you seek, he began, his tone carrying both warmth and a hint of teasing, you may find one at the wedding.

he allowed the suggestion to hang in the air, his expression touched with a faint smile. the subtle wag of her tail and the openness in her words did not go unnoticed, and his gaze lingered for a moment longer, carrying an unspoken assurance.

you will find it amongst yourself, through friends, he added after a pause, his voice softer now. we are better for having you here, kalyska. take your time. there is no rush for healing—or for finding your place.

with that, he stepped back slightly, giving her space, but the weight of his presence remained, steady and unwavering.

fade in your next?