Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

twitch scoffed, shaking her head. “yeah okay, fuck you too grandpa,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to it. if anything, she was more amused than annoyed—at least a little. 

restless, sure. she could give him that much. always had been. she’d spent too many nights pacing, too many days clawing for something to do, something to burn through the energy coiled tight in her chest. but reckless? her ear twitched, and she shot him a sharp look. “alright, hey, woah, i am not. what have i done that’s reckless?” 

she didn’t bother hiding the smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth, something sharp and knowing. “you’re lucky i’m old enough to have restraint. then i’d be reckless.”