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a pack, huh? he drawls. and what if they don’t take to your charming personality?

his gaze narrows slightly as he watches envy pace ahead; always just a little too eager, a little too sure of herself. he doesn’t bother calling her back—he knows she’ll bristle at the suggestion, and besides, her nose might lead them to something worthwhile.

the ravine stretches before them like a jagged scar in the earth, its steep walls rising high on either side, streaked with moss and crumbling stone. the air here is damp, heavy with the scent of wet rock and faintly metallic from the minerals in the soil. water trickles somewhere in the distance, its sound echoing softly off the canyon walls, mingling with the crunch of paws against gravel as the trio navigates the uneven terrain.

the path narrows further, forcing them to move in single file. above, the sky is a mere sliver of light, pale and distant, offering little warmth in the shadowed depths.