Great Bear Wilderness something wild

the lingering warmth of his recent wedding still clung to him like a second pelt, his golden eye carrying a brightness that hadn’t dimmed since the ceremony.

góðan dag, he rumbled, his voice steady and welcoming. he stopped a respectful distance away, studying the man with a curious tilt of his head. the faint remnants of song carried on the breeze, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

a rare thing, he remarked, gesturing lightly to the snow-dappled ground around them. to find one singing of flowers in the dead of winter. his gaze lingered for a moment, measuring, before he added, what brings you to this place?