When evening came, the rain continued endlessly, falling even heavier than in the morning. Inside the house, Ewan sat by the fire, carefully mending a few tears on Asher Ryder's clothes. That was the reality of a hunter; spending much time in the forest meant getting snagged by branches, leaving no outfit without a tear.
Truthfully, Ewan knew nothing about this, he had only started dabbling in these sewing tricks during the winter out of sheer boredom. Ewan was not naturally deft, and his stitching was far from pretty, but it was barely better than leaving the clothes completely torn open. He bowed his head, the yellow light casting upon his face, clearly illuminating his long, curling eyelashes.
Asher Ryder sat nearby, sharpening his knives and his pile of wilderness gear. It was just unknown since when the Alpha had completely stopped the movements in his hands, staring intently at the Omega.
His focused demeanor was truly beautiful.
