Bearclaw Valley Clash of kings

tvar stayed quiet at first, pulling in a slow breath as he steadied himself. there was the faint twitch of his lips, a hint of a smirk. "there's no shame in losing to a good fighter." he rumbles, lifting a paw to brush the snow from his chest.

he stretched, rolling his shoulders as cole teased him. a huff left him—dry, almost amused. "next time, i’ll make sure to nap before," he replied, glancing back at the other wolf with a faint quirk of his brow.