Duck Lake montefitu

coväh squints at her from beneath one barely cracked eyelid, sun glinting off the dark curve of his brow.
hah, he huffs, a slow, easy laugh that drags from his throat like honey. okay then.
but he doesn’t move right away. instead, his head rolls to the side so he can keep one lazy eye on her, like maybe she’s the most interesting thing on the shoreline, not the herd, not the breeze.
you just… gonna sit there? watch me sleep? his voice drips with teasing, rough and broken in common tongue, a bit of a smirk curling his lips. little weird, tɨkka.
with a dramatic sigh, he lets his head flop back against the snow, arms stretching out with a loud, exaggerated groan, as if the very thought of staying awake for this conversation was exhausting.
no problem. you keep watch. wake me if bear come.
his eyes close again, but the smirk lingers, faint and knowing, like he’s just waiting for her to say something else.