Bearclaw Valley Warm for the winter

he shifted slightly, the movement casual, though there was a quiet thoughtfulness to the way he regarded her. "there’s not much to tell," he admitted after a pause.

"i’m here to serve the pack. to pull my weight." his gaze moved briefly toward the trees in the distance, as if the answer were out there somewhere, before returning to her.

he leans down to settle, tucking paws against his plush chest. humming lightly as his gaze sweeps the woman.