Bearclaw Valley gold run

her hesitation draws the quirk of his brow upward. he doesn't think towhee would ever assume such, but he isn't stupid. he hopes that she knows he isn't stupid—but it's easy enough to brush it off for now. a subtle reminder, he gives himself, that just because they shared a few moments of indulgement doesn't mean they know each other.

he doesn't know towhee, outside of what he's gathered. she's a strong woman, a warrior if her muscled physique is anything to say. she doesn't take shit. that thought is hard to not derive amusement from and he chuckles softly, head shaking, tail tapping the ground faintly to display his joy. he's tried to force himself to react more boldly than he normally would--with facial expressions, or body language, to replace the lack of speech and hearing.

yes. he signs to her, eyes flickering faintly with mild amusement at the reaction she has from his closeness. he draws backwards then, bestowing her the manners of the gentleman his mother had raised, and moves his paw the best he can to ask: bothering you? accompanied with the faint tilt of his head, eyes passing gently over her face.

he found himself selfishly hoping she would be the mother of his children.