Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

"what, you got any better ideas?" a soft attempt at lighthearted humor. she kicking at a stray pebble as they walked. it skittered forward, swallowed by the dark. her ears flicked, catching the distant rustle of leaves, the whisper of the wind threading through the valley.

her eyes flicked up to him, hazel irises merely watching as the mountainous man joined her side. "not much else t'do." not this late, anyway.