Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

right of you to think that way, he said after a moment, the low rumble of his voice carrying a weight of agreement—even if it left tvar in an odd predicament. he was quite a bit older than towhee herself. towhee’s strong. she’s got it. and if she doesn't got it, well, she's got me. there was a quiet certainty in his tone, his blue eyes fixed ahead. casting another glance at the man when he stopped to hike a leg over a brush.

not gonna leave her side unless she wants me to.

when cole mentioned rala, a brow arched slightly in curiosity. even if it hadn't been long, it already felt like lifetimes since tvar was stumped on the woman. he'd convinced himself it had been nothing more than a crush—even if dolce being picked over him stung like a briar in a wound. aye? what’d she say?

he cast a glance sideways at cole, his tail swishing faintly behind him. moving over a few feet to brush his scent along a group of sparse trees.