Nova Peak ❇ Tēnsha

lorcan snorts, soft and tired. snow flower, it is muttered gruffly. he flexes his paw, gauging the sting.
quiet for a moment, then he speaks up. eyes finding hers. she’d like you, soft muttering as he settles alongside her. elowen is fond of quiet wolves with strange wisdoms.
a back-handed comment, maybe.
the word—it is foreign to him. but he laughs, a warm chuckle, raspy in its cadence. and what is a... kwitsi'nawa? brows raise in question, firm upon her.