Mudminnow River too sweet for me

A'right then, he murmured, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her. What 'bout Winnie? Got a ring to it, don't it?
There was an ease to the way he said it, but his amber eyes held a serious, protective gleam. He shifted, brushing his nose against her soft fur with a intentional gentleness, as if she were to spread her wings and soar from the ground beneath them.
I'd kill any son of'a bitch who tried, he said plainly, his tone both matter-of-fact and charged with a weight that only his kind of certainty could carry. It wasn’t a boast, nor an empty promise—it was a vow, plain and simple.
Because that's what he was. Simple. Plain. Steafast. There wasn't any questions to be had about his nature. Would it frighten her? 'Yer hearts beatin' fast.