Bitterroot Valley ✢ Natural blood-stained blond

Sega stood like a carved stone at the valley’s rim, broad shoulders braced against the bite of night wind. Below him, the herd shifted and breathed, their bodies a dark tide against the pale earth. They were restless, but they were his now— held in place not by fences nor flame, but by the iron of his will.
His scars caught the moonlight, pale marks of survival that only deepened the authority in his stance. Every movement of the caribou and elk was met with the weight of his stare, a silent command that pressed them inward, held them tight to the basin. They would not scatter. Not while he stood watch.
The valley belonged to them for now— to him, to @Svana, and those who lingered near in shadow. He would see it so, with every step, every breath, every silent decree laid down upon this land.

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