Emberwood ﹌ Txumtsyìp

skukä!
the voice came like the rush of riverwater—low, breathless, alive with disbelief.
tey’gan burst from the undergrowth like a ghost come back to life, long limbs carrying him across the green in a blur. his breath caught when he saw her—still standing, still strong, still her.
i thought you were lost, he said, his voice cracking mid-sentence.
he didn’t mean just to the wilds.
his chest heaved as he slowed, golden eyes sweeping over her, drinking in every detail—the dirt at her paws, the blood at her muzzle, the stubborn, radiant living of her.
you’re a hard one to follow. a soft laugh, colored with awe and something deeper.
he stepped closer, careful not to crowd her, tail swaying low.
but i told you—where you go, i go.