Verdant Basin Dodgeball

Qvasir lingered at the edge of the water, his dark eyes watching the bear with quiet curiosity. He didn’t approach too closely, keeping a respectful distance, but his presence was undeniable. After a moment, his gaze flickered briefly toward the bend, a silent acknowledgment of the carcass beyond it. Take it, if you need.

He stood still for a beat, then turned his attention back to the bear, his posture low and neutral, offering no more than the barest hint of an intention to share the information. His presence remained like a shadow, neither intrusive nor overly forthcoming.