Bearclaw Valley lotys

The guard’s gaze lingered on Winslet for a moment as she sat neatly, her nervous energy clear in the soft swish of her tail. His expression softened briefly before turning to Ancelin, his posture steady and calm. He let his head dip to a bow before his Rex.

She’s got a kind soul, he said simply, his voice low but firm. His amber eyes shifted back to Winslet, a flicker of something protective in his gaze. He didn’t elaborate further; his favor for the young girl was clear enough in his tone and presence.