Bearclaw Valley round town

twitch watches him, eyes flicking over the subtle shifts in his expression. it isn't praise, but something about it feels similar.

“okay,” she says. simple. final. 

she follows his gaze out toward the land, the valley stretching endless before them. his offer hangs there, open-ended, and for a second, she doesn’t move. doesn’t speak. then she nods, shifting her weight, "i look forward to it."

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