Whitebark Stream mulberry

laughter spilled forth, a rare sound that rang like soft bells against the chill air. ridgeback’s antics were unexpected, and the absurdity of his sheepish impression caught her off guard. for a moment, her sharp features softened, her usual stoicism melting into something lighter.
you don’t owe us anything, she said firmly, though her lips still twitched with the echo of her laugh. a man like you shouldn’t feel indebted to anyone. her voice was warm, teasing, but with a thread of sincerity woven through.
she tilted her head, her gaze appraising him. besides, she added, a smirk tugging at her lips, i don't know to trust you to pick out the finest sheep. you’d probably bring us a goat just to see if we’d notice.

they are a breath of fresh air...LOVE THEM.