Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

straightening, tvar turned to face the man, his breath curling into the cold air in faint, silver wisps. he dipped his head slightly in acknowledgment, his tail swaying once in a casual gesture of camaraderie.

cole, he huffed.

he started a path towards the other man, tail twitching between his hocks as he moves. he can't help but notice the scents entwining the man's; nephele, and someone else. the new girl, winslet. tvar snorts when he comes upon cole.

how many girlfriends do you got now? his head tilts. go on, remind me.