There were a few tense moments as the time ticked by and she looked over his work. The deer, birds and other animals he could see her face as she appreciated the art, but those were not the ones that he was concerned about. Sure, anyone could draw an animal, could draw it and perhaps come close to capturing its inner beauty, but it was when you tried to draw a person that it became difficult. While, he was a firm believer in the notion that animals had a soul just as much as a human, there was a difference in the energy and life that each of them possessed. The expression of a wolf was not the same as an expression on a person.<br/><br/>Especially, when that person was someone that you loved then the pressure became greater.<br/><br/>The fire cracked and popped, embers cast skyward, up through the chimney to become a faint representation of the true stars in the sky. It was the wait for her reaction that got to him more than anything else. This made him wonder and worry about what she thought. It felt like an eternity, but at last she was on the first picture of herself and the reaction…there were no words.<br/><br/>Praise and questioning his calling as a ranger made him grin and give a slight shrug, “I think so…” He left his spot at the fire to join her on the fur rug, “I mean I like nature and when I am out in it I am inspired…” Here he paused, unsure if what he wanted to say next would be too much, if it would ruin this moment. “Plus…if I was not a Ranger, we would never have met and that is not something I am willing to give up or change,” he whispered, having decided to take that chance and say what had been on his mind. At this point, one could only be hopeful and hope for the best rather hesitate and live with regret.