Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

She stilled at his words. 

Wife? He had a wife. Of course he did.  

Her features remained schooled, her surprise not as evident on her face as the heart wilting in her chest. Looking up from the elk, she watched him silently for a moment, pondering the first of his words.

“What is this altar you speak of?” Her own voice had softened, purposefully not asking about his wife, unless she wanted her bleeding heart at his paws. In her mind, her naivity run rampant. She clung to this man for his strength, his stability, and her heart felt drawn to him. 

She knew that it was too soon, too fast to fall. He couldn’t even catch her if she did.

Yet, she couldn’t help but trip over the great elk’s hoof with a surprised oop! as she drew nearer. There was still so much she didn’t know, didn’t understand, and she wanted what he would give her. Regardless of her feelings.