Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

tvar meets him with a huffing laugh, shaking his head slightly in thorough amusement. no, no, i'm serious. a tease, teeth flashing briefly beneath black lips. come on.

a jerk of his head, and they're walking the length of the clearing. black paws sinking into the earth, he moves carefully through snow and ice, giving his coat a brisk shake while he's at it. sending small flurries fleeing from where they had settled on his back and ruff.

towhee? he asks, glancing at the man. then, he huffs. she's fine. been getting sick here and there, but i'm keeping her fed. a smile.