Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

Lorcan’s eyes followed her every motion, drinking in the easy grace with which she spun, clawed at the earth, and shook her head to clear the dizzies. Envy had a way about her—a wildness tethered to her fingertips, like she could scrape the land itself and make it part of her. He said little, watching the play of her paws as she carved lines in the earth, her words tracing out vague trails he was already mapping in his mind.

Is that right? he murmured, more to himself than to her, gaze lingering as she gestured toward her mountains, her cliffs. The peaks sounded as unforgiving as they did alluring, like Envy herself—part beauty, part danger, all of it magnetic.

Then he allowed a small, dark smile to curl at the edge of his lips, head tilting just slightly. Would you like to take me home with you? The words were light, nearly playful, but a spark glinted in his eye, testing if she’d grant him a step closer into that world she'd just painted so vividly.