Wapun Meadow in the way you're walking,

it’s good to know i remind you of home.

there’s a pause. when she speaks of walks and hunts and conversations, his ears flick, and a subtle nod follows. he wants those things too, though his chest tightens at the thought of wanting more, of wanting her in ways he suspects he shouldn’t. but for now, he is content to take what she offers, to walk alongside her without expectation.

aye, we should, he says when she mentions the deer, his gaze flicking to their shared kill. he rises with a deliberate slowness, muscles rippling beneath his thick coat as he moves to take his place beside her. though her words carry no implications, her tail flicking invitingly in his direction makes his chest ache. togetherness, however fleeting, is enough for now.

he leans down, teeth sinking into the deer’s flank as he tears free a sizeable chunk. blood stains his muzzle once more. stepping forward, his shoulder brushing hers briefly as he moves. the touch is light, fleeting, but deliberate. he doesn’t linger on it, doesn’t push for more.

her beautiful eyes and her beautiful words—all of it will stay with him.

fade!!