Bearclaw Valley remember me,

When she finished, he nodded slowly, his expression unreadable.
Do you think you loved him? he asked, his voice quiet but firm, the weight of the question settling between them like a heavy stone. There was no judgment in his tone, just curiosity and something more—something that hinted at a deeper understanding of loss and the complexity of emotions.
His tail flicked once against the ground, and he shifted his weight, keeping his eyes on her. Or was it just... circumstance?