Bearclaw Valley needlework and seedlings,

her playful question earned the faintest twitch of his brow, tongue coming to drag across his maw. he could taste remnants of earlier’s meal, and found his belly soon to begin growling. “couldn’t miss it,” his head inclined as he spoke, eyes of amusement regarding the pale woman gently. “you’ve beat me at my own game.”

tvar hoists himself up from where he had briefly taken a seat, coming to stand closer to the woman. to inhale her scent and commit it to memory, he reaches his snout closer to her, finding the fluff of her cheek and nape. embedding his nose there in a friendly manner, having paused beforehand as if to ask permission.

she smells sweet, and almost comforting. tvar’s ears twitch as he pulls his head away. “well met, rala. welcome to the valley.” he offers her the faintest curtsy of his head, extending his humble welcomes. it was good to have another face around, one no less proactive and committed to contributing to the pack.

another wolf to chat with. tvar didn’t often pester ameline, and had yet to converse at all with their rex, ancelin. he stuck mostly around cole, and he was sure the cowboy was growing tired of his constant presence. as for the mute wolf, she wasn’t much in the way of chatting. good for patrolling company, though.