Bearclaw Valley gotta be careful,

tvar’s lips quirk into an amused smirk, glancing back over a thick shoulder at her. scary doesn’t get answers, he says smugly, just gets the other guy runnin’. now, we don’t want that, do we?

he turns fully, his gaze sweeping over her again, slower this time, as if sizing her up for a second time. she's tense, and flushed with nerves. he exhales an amused breath and chuckles low in his throat. calm down, kid.

you needing a home? that why you're clinging to our borders like a stray? there comes the quirk of his brow as he questions her, tail swishing contently amongst his hocks.

even if she was planning on sneak attacking him, no doubt he'd get the wraps on her before she could blink her eyes.