Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

Tvar huffed softly, his breath rising in the cold air. “Not knowing keeps you moving,” he said, echoing Cole’s words, though his tone carried a quiet edge of exhaustion. “But I will say, aimless wandering loses its charm after a while.”

He raised a paw, revealing his sore paw pads.

He shifted his weight, the crunch of snow under his paws breaking the silence for a moment. His sharp blue eyes fixed on Cole, studying him with a faint glint of curiosity. “So, Bearclaw Valley.” He paused, his head tilting slightly. “It sounded... like something worth moving toward.”

Tvar’s gaze flicked toward the misty horizon, as though imagining the place Cole had described. When he spoke again, his tone was casual, but there was a clear intent beneath it. “Is that where you’re headed now?” He hesitated briefly, then added, almost as an afterthought,

“I think I’ve walked far enough alone.”