Bearclaw Valley if he fell in love

reading that she is someone's home warms her from the tips of her toes to her very soul. being a mother, a wife wasn't anything towhee'd ever planned for herself but it was nice to have something to live for beyond her desire to be the best warrior she could be. living for the next fight and in the constant need to prove herself had been exhausting.

and she is grateful for tvar for very different path he'd helped her down.

-as you are my home.- towhee signs with a contented sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. -patrol with me?- she invites, suddenly filled with the urge to do all the things she was used to doing ( hunting, patrolling ) before she became too pregnant to keep doing them.