Overture Downs To protect, to sacrifice

Tvar gave a brief nod, acknowledging the response without pressing further. “Then stay as long as you need,” he said, his tone even and direct. His gaze held steady on the other wolf, though he didn’t make any effort to close the distance between them.

“The meadow’s quiet enough for it,” he added, a simple statement rather than an attempt to make conversation. He didn’t see the need to pry into the stranger’s uncertainty; they would speak more if they chose to.

For now, he saw no reason to stay. He'd go about his way, despite the tension in his pelt. He was hesitant to turn his back on the stranger, but he did nonetheless, ignoring the creeping feeling.

So he stopped, and turned back.

"Where are you from?"