Bearclaw Valley go find another lover,

tvar listens. nods. he doesn’t interrupt, though a small smile pulls at his lips at her words of praise for towhee. pride blooms quietly in his chest.

she’s strong, he agrees.

his gaze narrows thoughtfully when she speaks of dolce. don’t think too much about it. just ask him. tvar shrugs. if he doesn’t want pups, he’ll say it.

he exhales slowly, watching his breath curl in the cold air. you’re good with everyone here. his eyes meet hers briefly. the pack trusts you. if you have pups, they’ll have a whole valley looking after them.

he huffs softly. i’ll let towhee know. she’ll appreciate it.

fade <3