Bearclaw Valley all i want

sage eyes rove appreciatively over cole's form as he crouched. the same muscle and brawn that he'd used to free her from the clutches of the coyotes. the same muscle and brawn that he used to murder them—no, no. he did it to save her. if he hadn't, she would be dead.

winnie shakes her head, forces herself to re-focus. she lowers herself beside him, sage eyes searching through the underbrush. the doe's legs are inching closer, closer. she wouldn't lunge—she'd been advised not to hunt, least for another week or so, but she would watch. admire. 

and again, he would be her provider. her heart swells and stutters in her chest. would he continue to provide for her?