Emberwood Living in a wasteland

contemplation had led tvar away from bearclaw, if only for a few days, once he had ensured @Towhee Jr was well out of her heat. he needed to clear his mind.

if anything, to come to terms with what had happened between the two of them. and what it meant for the future.

tvar had been roaming the outskirts of the meadow, when he caught her scent—and as of a result cursed beneath his breath. he was torn, a fraying string. he knew he should go any other way but towards her, but black paws fell into step.

a pale figure beneath the bare branches of a tree. instinct won out and he came closer. no words left his mouth, he only watched. ignoring the burning beneath his coat, stinging and nipping at his taut muscles.

fortunately, it's easy enough to see reason. instead of descending upon her like some wild beast with no common sense, tvar calls out a soft chuff. a greetings. she can meet it, but he wouldn't blame her if she ignored him.