Bearclaw Valley crash of worlds

"too damn bold," he scowled in agreement. unlike tvar, he wasn't the sire to any litters that'd be born come spring. but that no less quelled the drive to help defend those unborn pups. to create a safe environment for them to grow. "y'heard 'bout that girl? don't need that again. 'specially with little ones that'll be runnin' 'round."

sharp, dark eyes raked over the treeline, searching. they were close, and he was itching to sink his teeth into their mangy hides. he began moving again, expecting tvar to join him. muscles coiled beneath his fur, tense in anticipation for a fight. 

the silence as they moved felt uncomfortable. "heard you 'n towhee are expectin'," he mentioned as casually as he could. "'s good to hear."