Bearclaw Valley if he fell in love

the moment towhee’s paws move to sign the word, tvar knows. his heart leaps into his throat as the realization hits him fully—not just a suspicion, not just a gut feeling, but real.

before he can even think, he closes the space between them in a rush, his broad frame engulfing hers as he pulls her into a firm embrace. his laughter bubbles up, warm and unrestrained, vibrating against her as his muzzle buries into her neck fur. he inhales deeply, threading kisses through the dark strands with an almost desperate affection.

"towhee," he breathes, her name thick with awe and joy, though he knows she won't hear it. his paws are clumsy as he signs, his excitement making his movements swift and eager. i knew, he tells her, laughter still spilling from his chest. i had feeling, but to hear... his movements falter off as he looks at her. searching her face, her eyes.

he signs again, slower this time, trying to ensure she understands him fully. strong, towhee. family will be strong.

his paws falter briefly as he meets her gaze again, his voice softening as he signs once more, i won’t leave... your side! he wanted to sign, but couldn't quite figure it out.