Bearclaw Valley up the wolves

she was sizing him up, he could tell. not unusual, he supposed. at the very least, tvar was used to it.

tvar made no move to fill the silence, letting her take her time. he was in no rush.

her eventual grunt of acknowledgment earned a faint twitch of his ear. "not looking for you on her behalf," he reassures, a chuckle coming to fall from his lips as result. he takes a few steps closer, looking to round the rock and stop near the front of it.

looking up at the girl.

"tvar," he offers his name with a bow of his head. "claw, under cole's command." speaking of, he can smell the cowboy on her pelt. he quirks a brow upwards.

and your name?