See the fire in your eyes

The moonlight would hide the subtle pull of her skin over her shoulders that may have passed for a flinch in the darkness, perhaps appearing as more of a subtle flick and ripple of her flanks to shake off a biting insect. Silver eyes squinted, spotting the mans stark behind before she could make out his front. His colouring was similar to Tilly’s she supposed, as best she could make out, but instead of darkened edges and a white middle, his ran from front to back. She was kinda relieved someone else was out, she could easily think of far worse company when she couldn’t sleep anyway.

The Archer-Lyall diverted her course to fall in along side the man, shoulders relaxing with the familiar scent of pack and home, the simple act of movement allowing the weight over her shoulders to lift some. He was of a similar size to most of her siblings, only adding to her ready acceptance, and she casually bumped her shoulder against his in way of silent greeting as they continued to the fire, ignoring the painful pinch of healing bruises under her coat, knowing the pressure wouldn’t be enough to open the newly scabbed over wound. There was no point trying to hold a conversation with his mouth full of racoon.

"speech".