Bearclaw Valley crash of worlds

tvar’s ears flicked forward at dolce’s words, his pace slowing just slightly as he processed them. he spared dolce a quick glance, his expression unreadable for a moment before a faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

sure you’d surprise yourself, tvar shrugs. takes more guts to admit doubt than it does to pretend you don’t have any.

he adjusted his stride to match dolce’s quickened pace, the tension of the hunt starting to coil in his muscles. despite the seriousness of their conversation, he couldn’t help but add with a teasing smirk, and hey, if you screw it up, you’ll have plenty of wolves around to set you straight.

the sharp scent of coyotes grew stronger, and tvar’s focus sharpened.

he motioned ahead with a tilt of his head. we’re close. flank left; i’ll go right. let’s make sure they don’t see the sunrise.