Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

“growing fast,” he mutters, agreeing without adding much else. he doesn’t need to; change was inevitable, and with it came all the complications of leadership, loyalty, and shifting dynamics.

at the mention of regina expecting, tvar’s jaw tightens briefly, but the tension eases with a huff. “big valley needs more pups, i guess,” he says. his own thoughts drift briefly, unbidden, to towhee and the life they’d soon be bringing into the pack. the thought is grounding, if not a little overwhelming.

cole’s offer breaks through his introspection, and tvar’s ears tilt forward, his curiosity piqued. “this got something to do with the coyotes?” a faint smirk ghosts across his lips, his usual stoicism cracking just slightly. “lead the way, then.”