Redhawk Caldera (M) Don’t click play.

Hotah huffed a short laugh through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching. Marmot, huh? That’s one way to keep the pack smiling. He didn’t press on her doubt, didn’t try to dress it up. If it happened, it happened. He’d said his piece.
When she closed the space between them, he didn’t pull back. He wasn’t here chasing romance, and he didn’t expect it from her either. Whatever ghosts she carried weren’t his to touch. What mattered was that she’d chosen him, plain and simple.
He let her brush along his shoulder, his dark frame steady under her breath. Stranger or not, I’ll stand in, he said quietly, more promise than invitation.