Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

tvar studies the stakes, his sharp gaze tracing the jagged edges of cole’s handiwork. he steps closer, his paw brushing lightly over one of the sharpened spires, and chuckles.

impressive, comes a rumble of approval. you’re right. this’ll make anyone think twice before sniffing too close. his gaze shifts to the softer pile cole mentioned, and a faint smile tugs at his lips as he thinks of towhee’s den fortified with the same care.

i’ll take these to towhee now, tvar adds, nodding toward the softer stakes as he moves to gather them. she’ll appreciate it. his blue eyes flick back to cole. and i’ll catch up with you in the morning—early patrol. i’ll help reinforce whatever’s left.

he dips his head slightly and turns to stride off, large silhouette disappearing into the good night.

exit tvar