Sunset Valley sólsetur

Sega’s ears tipped forward as she peeled away, circling through the frostbitten brush. His gaze tracked her path, golden eyes sharp, shoulders taut beneath his pale coat.
When she looked back to him, he answered with a low dip of his head, a slow lash of his tail through the snow— ready.
He sank lower into the ice, muscles coiled, breath steadying as it misted from his jaws. A soft grind of claws marked his grip on the earth. She would drive it. He would catch.
For her, Sega would hold.

this slipped through the cracks, i apologize!