Bearclaw Valley remember me,

He was a contrast of strength and fragility, the remnants of a past that shaped her into something both delicate and formidable.
He stepped closer, the distance between them vanishing in a heartbeat. His muzzle brushed against her neck, a deliberate motion, wrapping around her with a possessive yet tender hold. His breath was warm, steady, and deliberate as he took in her scent—a reminder of her presence, of what she represented.
For a moment, the world stilled, and his voice broke the silence, low and commanding but laced with something softer, something only for her.
Find me.
The words carried weight, a promise and a challenge, as his grip loosened and he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. The edge of a smirk tugged at his lips, though his expression remained grounded, steady. She was young, tangible, and undeniably hers to choose. He’d made his intent clear—what came next was hers to decide.

exit cole hehehe