Great Bear Wilderness the wolf bites back

curious, he answers finally, his tone as flat as ever, though there’s the faintest pull at the corner of his mouth, an almost-smile that doesn’t quite take form.

when she speaks her name, his ears flick toward her, acknowledging. he lets it settle in his mind, sharp and simple, a word he doesn’t intend to forget. he walks a step closer, just enough to keep her in his peripheral, his yellow-grey eyes flicking toward her briefly before returning to the path ahead.

masa, he offers in return.