Bearclaw Valley gold run

a @Towhee Jr ? :3

tvar walks, a fat beaver slinging from his jaws. its tail raking a path through the snow as it dangles limp; fresh blood warming his jowls. he winds a path through the valley in search of towhee, tail a confident flag behind him.

it had been some days since their entanglements... and she was as fresh on his mind as the morning following. a warm salve to mend his bleeding heart. and what they may or may not share in their future, well, it was an exciting, though terrifying prospect.

when he finds her, he approaches from upwind, a habit he'd developed in their meetings; a small detail he felt was a courtesy to the deaf woman. a smile on his face now when she notices him, half concealed by the large beaver carcass he carries to her.