Bitterroot Valley not too far, or you'll be drowned

hehe hope this is okay!

the call drew him from the trees—soft, lonely, carrying over the water. sega followed its echo along the riverbank, his steps quiet but sure, the weight of him filling the cold air.

when he broke through the brush, his eyes found them: a pale girl by the water, a dark male too close beside her. sega’s presence was enough to shift the air—broad shoulders squared, tail lifted in quiet authority, golden eyes steady as the tide.

you sing, he said to the girl, his voice low, rough-edged but not unkind. wind carry far.

his gaze slid to the dark male, calm but firm. no need push.

then back to her again, softer now. i am sega, he offered. you rest. river safe.

a faint nod followed, the gesture...chief-like. for now.