Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

kaelith's gaze was soft, watery blue eyes tracing the quiet swirl of snow in the distance, mind adrift in the steady pulse of the land around them. his ears flicked gently, attuned to the way the cold whispered through the air.
he turned back to her, his body language slow and careful. each movement meant to convey a sense of peace, of understanding. he could feel the weight of her uncertainty in the stillness between them, the quiet sorrow lingering in her gaze. he lowered his head slightly, ears tilting back to show her his sincerity.

"home," he murmured, his voice soft, the word itself an offering. soft eyes lingered on her, searching for understanding. the boy tilted his head gently to the side, expression thoughtful. the world was a vast and unpredictable place, dangerous, but there was a serene stillness in the connection between them, something rooted in the ground beneath their paws.

kaelith lowered his head, his tail swaying gently, a wordless invitation for her to come closer. to let the warmth he could offer, however small, begin to fill the space between them. the words he could not say tiptoed through his thoughts, things like safety, trust, and friend, but he knew he didn't need to speak them aloud. instead, he lifted his paw slightly, an open gesture, offering her a choice. without pressure, without expectation. he could not provide for her, nor she him, but was comfort not a necessity? a rarity?

"here," he murmured softly, gesturing outward. and then the words faded into the winter air, leaving only the warmth of his presence and a quiet understanding.