Bearclaw Valley gold run

for a fleeting moment, the world feels smaller, quieter, as if it belongs only to them.

he doesn’t try to hide the faint smile that touches his lips, the endearing way her approval seeps into his very core. he nods slightly, his paws shifting against the snow as he absorbs her praise, even in its quiet simplicity. then, he lifts a paw to repeat her signage with a teasing smile. "learning,".

it’s not just her season that has drawn him in—of this, he’s certain. it’s her. towhee, in all her sharpness and strength, in the way she demands his presence without words, and in the moments of quiet vulnerability she offers without realizing.

with a soft huff, tvar lowers himself closer to the ground, his body still but his eyes attentive as he watches her eat.