Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

faust nodded slowly, eyes steady on the kill between them. her words weren’t unfamiliar—he’d met many like her. travelers, hearts stitched together by the people they found along the way. it was a hard way to live. but honest.
good place to stop, if the hunt’s kind to you.
his voice was low, gravel-rich, pulled from the depth of a chest carved by cold air and quiet resolve.
he didn't press her. he respected wolves who knew how to keep moving, and those who knew when to rest.
then, softer—less commander, more... wolf:
you can eat in peace here.
and it sounded like a promise.