Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

twitch listened, gaze lingering on him for a fraction longer than necessary before flicking back to the path ahead. she understood, in her own way. “not your thing,” she said, more statement than question.

she didn’t blame him. not everyone wanted to be tethered to a family, didn't want to go domestic. she’d never wanted it either, not really. but there was something else there, something that made her wonder if it was more than just preference. more than just frustration.

she didn’t press, didn’t ask what he wasn’t saying. didn't want to know. instead, she agreed. “not mine either.” she muttered after a moment, her tail flicking absently. “the waiting. the idle. better things to be doing.”