Bitterroot Valley ✢ And his eyes all over me

sega lifted his head at her voice, muzzle dark with the scent of blood and meat. the gold of his eyes softened when they found her—thin still, but standing, and that was enough.

you walk, he said, rough but warm, tail giving a slow sway. good. fever leave you now?

he stepped closer, close enough to catch her scent—earth and clean air instead of sickness. his brow furrowed, not unkindly.

you rest more, he rumbled, the words clipped but gentle. hunt wait. meat not run.

a beat passed. the corner of his mouth curved, a hint of a smile beneath the scars. but… if angel wish, she help cut. small work. good for heart, not break little body.