Bearclaw Valley if he fell in love

tvar’s chest rumbles with a low, warm laugh as he watches her sign. he presses his nose briefly to hers, a soft gesture of affection, before leaning back to respond.

all we can hope for, he signs. healthy. happy. strong like you. there’s a glimmer of pride in his eyes as he signs the last part, his gaze lingering on her with quiet admiration.

he shifts slightly, settling closer to her, his tail brushing lightly against hers as he does. but maybe boy like me, he adds with a playful grin, his paws signing the words with an ease born of growing familiarity. and girl with your fire.

in truth, he didn’t care what their children were, so long as they thrived. this was his family.

their family.