Redhawk Caldera Acting like we'd live forever

Hotah’s ears tipped forward at her slowed signs, his smile tugging a little wider—bashful, yes, but warm in a way that didn’t crowd her. He lifted his paws again, more confident this time, careful to mirror her pacing.

-Hotah,- he signed once more, the motion steadier than before.

Her encouragement softened something in him. He dipped his head, a quiet huff of almost-laughter leaving him.

He shaped the next signs with deliberate effort:

-You… patient.-

A pause, then he gathered himself, eyes meeting hers with an earnest spark.

-We… hunt… together?-

The flow was clunky, but the meaning clear—an offer, not a push. His paws stilled, and he gave her a softer, almost shy smile, the crease near his eye deepening.

-If… you… want.-