Bearclaw Valley to bring a-, to string along!

a voice caught Twitch mid-step, freezing her in place like a bird ensnared. her ears twitched at the sound of her name, head swiveled toward the source. a white-coated woman stood a short distance away, warm and unassuming, the faint lilt of amusement threading her words as if she were an old friend rather than a packmate Twitch barely knew.

twitch hesitated, eyes flicking between the rabbit and her. “oh,” she breathed, her lips quirking in a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Y'didn't have to do that,”

still, she didn’t retreat. instead, with an awkward shuffle of paws and a faint sigh, she stepped closer. “what’s the occasion?” she asked. it wasn’t mistrust—at least, not entirely—but she was unaccustomed to such gestures