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Far across the blue waters - Smokeshow - November 30, 2025


smoke broke through the last line of trees with the boy tucked close behind, the air shifting cold and hollow as bearclaw valley opened beneath them. a wide, scarred stretch of earth. quiet in the way old wounds are quiet. the wind carried nothing gentle.

he stopped on the ridge, shoulders stark against the gray sky, breathing in the land like he’d been expecting it. like it hadn’t surprised him in years.

this is it, he said, gravellow, not looking back at @Tzar.

the valley sprawled below— broken timbers, old paths, shadows that didn’t move right. smoke’s tail flicked once, a faint signal for the boy to stay tight.



RE: Far across the blue waters - Tzar - December 01, 2025

they reached it. tzar knew they had reached bearclaw valley before smoke had announced it. it was familiar in the hazy memories of his early boyhood. it'd meant to be safe. fortified. until it hadn't been. until the land had turned against the wolves that had called it home, shattering his once idyllic life.

i recognize it, he's about to surge forward, to seek out what he can remember of the community den — determined to find something. anything. but the twitch of smoke's tail has tzar hesitating.

annoyance swells within tzar. what's wrong? he asks, peering 'round them. i don't smell any wolves.


RE: Far across the blue waters - Smokeshow - December 01, 2025


smoke stood still as stone, eyes on the empty sprawl below. the wind carried nothing—no den-scent, no bodies, no living claim.

he flicked his tail once, sharp.

ain’t nobody here, he said, gravel-low. place’s a ghost town.

tzar surged, young and aching for answers, but smoke didn’t move. just held the ridge with him, letting the boy feel the truth of the silence. he'd be there for comfort if he wanted it.