Verdant Basin Dodgeball

Qvasir remained still, rooted to his spot, watching the bear feast with a faint flicker of dry amusement in his eyes. He didn’t mind the creature’s heavy breaths or the way it tore through its meal with such blunt ferocity. Strange, almost comical, the way he looked — but something in Qvasir softened for a moment.

Hope you make it through the winter, big guy, he thought, letting the quiet sympathy linger before it slipped back into his usual cool indifference.