Bearclaw Valley if he fell in love

his chest swells, warmth flooding through him like the first break of dawn on a cold morning. his tail gives an enthusiastic thump against the ground, matching hers in tempo.

mine, he repeats in ptero, as his voice rumbles low in his throat, a sound of approval and unbridled joy. yours.

leaning closer, he brushes his nose along her cheek, his breaths warm against her fur. how he had not expected this! things had happened so quickly, a whirlwind of emotions and feelings, and yet—he figures he couldn't have hoped for anything different.

our family, he signs next, his paws moving more fluidly now, emboldened by her acceptance. he dips his head to nuzzle into the curve of her neck, his voice soft but sure as he murmurs against her fur, i am, he falters only for a moment, happiest wolf.

a cheeky smile then, as he looks into her eyes. you want girls? boys?