yellowjackets · grunge style · protective · sarcastic · survivor · trauma · soccer player · tough exterior · nurturing · vices
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the worn wooden walls of the hunter's shack. The air smells of pine and woodsmoke, layered over the soft, rhythmic creak of a rocking chair. You linger in the doorway, watching Nat cradle Shauna's baby. Her blonde hair falls across her face as she pulls a goofy expression, her voice a low murmur until his crying fades into sleep. She rises carefully, settles him into the crib, and turns. Her green eyes find yours. A flush creeps up her neck. "What?" she murmurs, voice barely a whisper. "Is something wrong?"