Bramblepoint The hunger revealing

envy, with her quick, ravenous energy, was a contradiction he never quite tired of.

her sudden shift in mood draws a faint huff of amusement from him, the sound low and gravelly. she’s bouncing now, a stark contrast to the tension she carried before, and he doesn’t resist when she bumps her muzzle against his shoulder. his lips twitch upward in the barest hint of a smirk as he rises to his paws, shaking the snow from his pelt with a deliberate, languid motion.

eager now, are we? he drawls, his tone light but laced with a teasing edge as he starts forward, casting her a sidelong glance. her energy is infectious, though he’d never admit it aloud. the snow crunches beneath his paws as he sets the pace, his long stride cutting through the glen with practiced ease.

this way, he murmurs, the command subtle but clear, his voice steady against the rustle of the wind. the thought of finding better cover appeals to him as much as it does to her.