Overture Downs To protect, to sacrifice

Tvar shifted his weight as the sound of steady pawsteps reached him, his sharp blue eyes flicking toward the source. Tvar’s posture remained unyielding, his tall frame relaxed but alert as he watched the stranger close the gap between them.

“Likewise. It's early to find company,” Tvar said, his voice low, even, carrying the faint rasp of disuse. He inclined his head slightly, not quite a gesture of welcome but enough to acknowledge the other wolf’s presence.

His eyes lingered on them, taking in their form and scent with the calculating calm of a mind that missed little.

"Passing through?” he asked, his tone unhurried.