Wapun Meadow gilded lily

“esadowa,” he hums, her name unembellished. “esa, then,” he added, nodding faintly as though committing it to memory. his gaze didn’t linger on her long, flicking briefly toward cole before settling back on her.

“bearclaw’s not bad,” he offered simply, his tone direct, though it carried the faintest edge of reassurance. “the wolves here are loyal. friendly, all around. can't call it strict.” there was no flourish to his words, no effort to charm, just straightforward honesty.

his posture remained steady, the faint sway of his tail the only motion as he stood tall and composed. he didn’t pry further into her past or comment on her remark about fun—such talk wasn’t his forte. instead, he waited. "aye, could use some fresh blood like you."