Wapun Meadow be gentle as you tear me apart

she was a dainty little thing, a trembling voice like ice and eyes like ferns, peering at him like he were a monster. earning a grizzly laugh from the lumbering black beast, crimson eyes settling on her with something cruel but content. name's blackfell. he rasps with a low flick of his tail.

he comes closer, his frame moving diagonal of the grey-furred girl, each thud of large paws against snow like the toll of a rusted bell. what are you doing alone? comes a hushed question, faintly a wheeze of a chuckle as his gaze rakes thinly over her.

her scent carries something faintly masculine, but blackfell pays it no mind. instead drawing himself to muscled haunches, planting thick paws firmly beneath squared shoulders. it's cold out.