Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
She reminds him so much of Shiye. Their son had inherited those sharp eyes of hers. Merida’s expression behind them was exactly like looking into the eyes of his fox boy. He wishes that he couldn’t understand her thoughts but after living together and loving one another it’s so hard to pretend. Crevan wants to smile, maybe mock her in that old familiar way when she puffs up and stares him down. He might’ve, if he hadn’t sensed the hesitancy surrounding her.
Did she… did she really think he would attack her?
Attack Merida, who’d known him since he was a thin, young thing?
She talks and he sits, curling his tail in one familiar, swift action so that it comes to rest over his gathered paws. From above he peers down into her semi-deflated stature, keeping his curiosity in check but allowing his eyes to speak for him. The brown curve of a marking that resembled eyebrows shifted; one rose and one held still. A quizzical gesture.
“I live north these days. In a place known as Icicle isle.” Comes the gruff, lacadistical response. “With a few other shifters.”
Who else would he be with but his own kind?
For a brief second he almost blurts out I missed you. The admission rises in his throat but dies on his tongue. Did she find him, or has she been avoiding him? Their meeting just now seems a bit fortuitous for either of them to claim it as anything other than accidental. He exhales. Turns his blocky, bulky head and looks out into the quiet dark. “Long enough to have found Shiye as well?” He asks.
It sounds more like an accusation than a question.
@[Merida]