Bearclaw Valley Accepting limits

any packmates wanna hang? :3

The rock beneath Tvar’s frame had been warmed by the fleeting touch of morning sunlight, and for a brief moment, it offered a respite from the winter chill that gnawed relentlessly at the valley. He stretched languidly, his long, muscular legs extending as he shifted to soak in as much warmth as he could.

His eyes drifted lazily over the valley below, watching as the shadows of the towering pines stretched and shifted with the rising sun. The air was crisp and still, carrying with it the faint scents of Bearclaw’s occupants as they stirred to begin their day.

Tvar exhaled softly, his breath misting in the cold air, and let his head fall back against the smooth surface of the rock.