Bitterroot Valley drag me under

sega’s ear tipped at her laugh, a faint warmth settling behind his steady gaze. busy was one word for it — the boys were all sharp elbows and louder hunger; but he only gave a low hum, the kind that admitted she wasn’t wrong.

her shift, the way her tail moved at the word family, didn’t escape him. it lit something quiet in his chest, something that eased the hard lines of his posture. she wasn’t running from the word. not from him. that was enough.

at her question, the corner of his mouth tugged; not quite a smile, but close.

hn, he rumbled, a soft chuff escaping. only a little.