Sunset Valley Pǎnakär

good, he said simply, the word carrying no warmth but also no malice.
his ears flicked, catching faint sounds in the distance, and his head tilted slightly. and your savior? the question was quiet, his tone even, though there was a weight to it. he was aware the brute lingered somewhere near, and his presence wasn’t lost on faust.
he shifted slightly, exposing his flank to show the faint scars that marred his dark coat. we all heal, he murmured, a subtle acknowledgment of their shared survival. the gesture was brief, his attention returning to her with a steady, unreadable expression. i came to apologize.