Raven's Watch nerve

taiga, faust murmured, the word rolling off his tongue like frost over stone. he watched her with a quiet intensity, his green eyes narrowing slightly as her gesture carried meaning beyond the simple direction. his mind filled with the promise of towering pines and the chill of untamed wind, a land that mirrored his spirit—vast, quiet, and unyielding.

her closeness didn’t go unnoticed. asha reached for him, and he allowed it, tilting his head slightly to meet her touch. her scent clung faintly to his dark fur, a subtle claim that neither rejected nor demanded. he welcomed it, in his own way, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond that had begun to take root between them.