Valley of Gold you may encounter the body

he will not lie and say he wasn't nervous. but after towhee's reassurances, it had lessened over the days. finally, towhee had roused him to head out and meet her family. he follows obedient at her side, ever the attentive helicopter husband, pressed to her side should she feel the need to lean against him.

a content smile permanently plastered on his dark mask. when she stirred him to stop, he had been looking off in the distance, hazel eyes roaming the hills of snow that are endless within the valley. the faint movement of her at his side is what draws his attention, eyes following the path of her paws as she signs to him, and he huffs in agreement.

pretending he does not notice the way she carries herself upon her paws. it is pretty, he agrees, before leaning in to plant a kiss upon her nose. not as pretty as you. a corny, sheepish comment but he cannot help himself.

but commotion in the distance draws tvar's attention, head whipping around. instinctively he steps in front of his pregnant wife, brows drawing downwards in a scowl—quickly replaced with concern at the stranger boy's despairing. confused, he looks to towhee jr.