Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

tvar watches closely, his gaze fixed on her paws as she demonstrates the next sign. a sharp, slicing motion. she makes it look effortless; the gestures are probably as natural to her as breathing. his lips twitch faintly, betraying the focus etched across his features, and he mimics her movement again, his paw dragging through the air with more confidence this time.

no, he echoes, aloud. it’s sharper now, closer to her own motion, though still imperfect. he glances at her, seeking her approval. his gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary, caught between the motions of her paws and the flicker of her golden eyes.

tvar wasn't expecting to involve himself with anyone this season. it had just happened. and now, the thought of another male near her—touching her, vying for her—is enough to set his blood boiling. his tail twitches now, as if irritated; but he presses closer, pushing his fur into hers, as if trying to seek some sort of calm from her. his head lowers momentarily, hazel eyes raking across towhee.

a distraction is needed from his brooding thoughts. what next?