Bitterroot Valley ∟∟ móki

archiving it here !! i love himmm so much

Hunt, Sega called for him. Dawn. And Barrett would nod, like a soldier taking an order from his commander. But Sega was not a commander. No, not like the leader of his gang had been. This man was a Leader, sure, but a father. A teacher. And there was a quiet respect that built slowly beneath Barrett's skin. Still unsure, but maybe, just maybe... growing fonder. Slowly, but... eh, surely...
And at the mention of a wife, Barrett felt an uncomfortable prickle beneath his skin. Logically, he was not against the idea, though he was unsure of just how loveable he could truly be—but there was a loyalty that tug at his heart. The faint whisper of sweet words within his ear, of skin upon his own, a hand within his own, a face he did not remember. So all he gave was a chuckle. A breath. Shook his head while he did.
A last nod, then, as a goodbye to the band-chief. So, he would turn to his den, stamp his paws a few times, make it comfortable. Curl up, and try not to dream.