Bearclaw Valley round 'em up

twitch shot tvar a wary glance at his chuckle, her brows knitting tightly together. her ears twitched, catching the subtle reassurance woven into his words, but it didn’t stop the way her chest tightened. she wasn’t convinced anyone would like her, let alone the alphas of this pack. 

she followed close behind, though her nerves betrayed her at the first anxious twitch of her tail. something made her stomach churn, body heating uncomfortably quick the closer they walked into the heart of the territory. 

as tvar rubbed against the bark, she hovered awkwardly a few steps away. “no pressure, you'll be fine.” she murmured to herself, though it did little to help her heartrate.