Bearclaw Valley up the wolves

working on keeping the borders tight, he replies simply, and he steps back slightly, his posture loose but far from dismissive. not the most exciting, but necessary. especially with the season turning.

he tilts his head slightly, watching her with calm. her eagerness to prove herself doesn’t go unnoticed, though he doesn’t comment on it directly. instead, he lets the faintest flicker of amusement touch his features—a subtle quirk of his brow as he regards her.

help him, do you? he echoes with a smile. guess that makes two of us. though he didn’t mention much about you... he can't help but try to irk the youth. it's the big brother in him.