Wapun Meadow gilded lily

She carried herself with an easy confidence, her emerald eyes sparkling with a playful edge that drew his attention. She was bold, no doubt, but there was something about her demeanor—graceful yet unyielding—that he found intriguing.

Company’s not so bad, he said, his tone carrying a warmth that didn’t often creep into his voice. His head tilted slightly as his eyes lingered on her, taking in her delicate features and the way she seemed to glow against the winter backdrop. Especially when it’s this lively.

He glanced at Tvar, noting his packmate’s quiet smirk before returning his focus to the woman. Her teasing about Bearclaw and her curiosity about their ways brought a small smile to his lips.

Bearclaw’s more than just a place, he explained, his voice steady. It’s kin, strength, and loyalty. You’d have to do more than entertain us to earn a spot. But I’ll admit... you’ve got spirit.

He stepped forward just slightly, a casual but welcoming movement, as though to close the gap between them. What’s your name, anyway? Seems fair to know who’s asking about ours.

His tail swayed slowly behind him, his stance open but still watchful, curious to see where this exchange might lead.