Sunset Valley sólsetur

Loosely, he was her shadow. No— not loosely, closely. He was never far behind Svana when she would wander. It was all they could do— walk. Walk anywhere, and he'd be at her heels. Either poking his nose at her hip to assert he was still there, solid, or a playful nip to keep her going. 
Whens he stopped over the crest of a hilltop, staring in to the morning sunrise, he watched her. The even pace of her breathing, the gentle flutters of lashes that brushed her brows. He, too, found peace. Here, in this moment. 
The bugling elk could be heard not far off. His ears flickered, honing the sound. It would take them only minutes to reach them. 
But it would mean a hard fight. The bulls are in their prime for their season. The strongest that they will be throughout the year. This was the hardest season to live through. Thriving prey made starving predators. 
He almost jumped when he heard her laugh. A crackling sound against the quiet, tender moment. He raised a brow at her. Tuuve?