The Wall Toome

his stoic face broke to a grin when she said they'd perceive him a threat. good. his towering stance was one to be revered, petrified of at first glance. but he swallowed his pride, the smirk. 

i leave once you find pack.

a simple transaction. it was, wasn't it? to his simple mind, there was nothing to argue about. her white furs against his own shadowed hue provided him a contrast to the snowy background— and against the tree, she sparkled. 

indeed. no man was selfless. especially not faust. if you're alone when your season falls upon you, he breathed, his nose reaching out to graze the underskin of her jaw. you have my cubs.

he thought he was rather generous. he provided a caveat, did he not? if she found someone. if. if, if. he pulled away with a snort of approval, giving her the space to accept his offer. 

i teach you to hunt. iskava need to learn. if you agree, but the sentiment was wordless.