Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

twitch shot him a flat, unimpressed look, ears angling back just slightly. for a moment, she didn’t answer, just let the silence stretch between them, letting him sit in his own dumbassery. slowly, she exhaled through her nose, fighting to school the stupid downturned smile creeping onto her face.

her tongue darts to lick her teeth. “cole,” she began, “i'm not that young.” a beat, then, deadpan, “probably.”

she let the words settle, watching the realization creep across his face before she finally let the chuckle slip—hearty, smooth. lulling even to herself. “do you all think i’m some stray yearling, or is that just you and tvar?” she tsked, shaking her head.