Bearclaw Valley survival leaves little room for anything else

Indra’s sister remarked that her children were well – sleeping – to which the charcoal crow offered a soft smile and dipping of his crown. Then, she measured him with a sharp glint in her gaze and released a question that carried so much weight, Tadec feared his spindly limbs would give away if he dared to answer it. There was a fearful glittering in the fire of his gaze; he did not want to shine a bad light on himself, or his intentions for the Redleaf’s sister. The thief knew how close they were to each other and how much the bonds of familial ties had latched to their spirits. He would never have dreamed of stepping between the two of them.
 
“Tadec…” he began in a soft voice and found that he struggled to say it in a tongue that was still so unfamiliar to him. “Tadec only want Indra to be happy,” he then admitted with a careful casting of his gaze to the female’s chin. He was careful not to overstep his boundaries and leave her with the means to scorn him for disregarding proper submission. Still, the long-legged crow wanted her to know that his intentions were nothing but good. Had he not shown that already?