Wapun Meadow gilded lily

Tvar stayed quiet, his sharp blue eyes watching the woman closely as she spoke. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer much of a reaction beyond the slight twitch of his tail and the faint narrowing of his gaze.

When she mentioned joining Bearclaw, Tvar let out a low grunt, his ears flicking toward Cole.

Without a word, he shifted his weight slightly and gave his packmate a pointed look, one that said more than any words could.