Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

twitch let out a sharp breath, something between a scoff and a laugh. there was no real malice there—just that same dry amusement, tempered by something almost thoughtful.

he wasn’t wrong. not really. she didn’t always think before she moved, didn’t always have a plan before she threw herself into something headfirst. but planning meant hesitation, and hesitation got people killed. she’d learned that a long time ago. "loosely. i'm usually more worried about what i'm running from." a valid concern, no?

she tilted her head, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “you'd probably be an improvement from the last one, if you ask me.” she remarked with the dismissive roll of her shoulders. “i wouldn't lose sleep over it.”