Sunset Valley bear that keeps to his own line

asha moved closer, her presence a steady shadow beside him. her silent gesture caught his attention, and his gaze followed the subtle tilt of her chin. it landed on the pale figure slipping through the mist—a form of ice and snow, woven into the world like she had always belonged.

ayovi.

his jaw tightened briefly, his focus faltering before he forced himself to look away, back to the herd. but the image lingered, the recognition burning just beneath his stoic exterior. he flicked his gaze to asha, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

we hunt first, he murmured, his voice low, laced with something unreadable. then he shifted his weight forward, his attention snapping back to the prey ahead, forcing himself to push aside the ghostly figure that had appeared in the corner of his vision.