Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

tvar lumbers forth from the shadows, his hulking frame dark against the snow as he emerges into the gathering crowd. he offers a faint nod to those already assembled—cole, rala, the regina herself—before settling to a stop near the edge of the group, his pale blue eyes narrowing as they scan the horizon. the bison are a sight to behold, steam rising from their thick hides as they churn through the snow. formidable beasts.

as he approaches cole, his pale blue eyes briefly catch the other man’s amber gaze, offering a flicker of acknowledgment.

he chuffs low and deep, a simple greeting, as he comes to a stop beside the guard. tvar doesn’t speak, as is his way, but his posture is open, tail swaying faintly behind him in the subtlest gesture of camaraderie. cole is one of the few he respects—a steady presence in the valley, a man who knows his worth and stands by it. if they are to hunt together, tvar knows he can rely on him.