Duskfire Glacier unafraid

he watches her go, that rough-hewn smirk still tugging at the edge of his scarred muzzle. she was bold—brazen even—and he liked that. not many could bait him into play, let alone walk away with the win.
next time, i won’t let you win, he calls after her, voice low and amused, gruff as gravel but warmer than most ever got to hear.
he doesn’t follow right away. just watches her silhouette fade into the trees, the sway of her tail, the confidence in her stride.
a strange man, maybe. but one who kept his word.
he turns back to the carcass with a grunt, already thinking about what kind of prize he’d want next.