Bearclaw Valley crash of worlds

as dolce moves, tvar falls into step beside him, more than willing to hand him the reins. his senses on high alert. his tail lashes once in irritation; not from dolce, but from the growing nerve of the critters encroaching on the valley.

at the mention of towhee and their litter, tvar’s expression softens, a smile tugging at his lips only for the briefest of seconds. yeah, he says. wasn’t planned, but— he pauses, the words catching in his throat briefly before continuing, i’m glad.

he glances at dolce, curious. thanks. and you? his gaze flickers back to the trail ahead. are you and rala thinkin’ about it?