Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

solharr stood at the edge, gaze fixed on the expanse below. the quarry stretched before him, vast and raw, a place of history, a place to be carved anew. the wind swept across the land, biting and sharp, but it wasn’t enough to disturb his quiet contemplation.

his mind, as always, remained a steady river—no rushing torrents, no loud crashes. but there were currents, quiet and relentless. doubts? perhaps, but he didn’t let them settle. he had been born to lead, to take charge, and these quiet moments of stillness were the only times he could let the weight of everything fall away, even if just for a breath.

it is, he replied, his voice low and steady, as the wind tousled his dark fur. this place... it will carry us well.

he turned his head slightly, his amber eye meeting hers. the calmness in his gaze didn’t speak of certainty—it spoke of acceptance. there were no grand dreams, no whispers of unreachable hopes. just the work, the endless work, and the pack that needed him to keep moving forward. and for the first time in a long while, he thought that maybe, just maybe, she could be a part of it.

come, he added with a slight nod, motioning for her to join him. there's much to be done.