Bitterroot Valley Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego

you're all good! <3

callahan was already awake, groomed, stretched, prepared. sega paused a few lengths away, taking in the sight with a small, approving nod.

hn. good, he rumbled, voice low in the stillness. you ready.

he stepped closer, gaze lifting toward the northern rise where a faint current of wind carried fresh scent— green shoots, wet soil, and the musk of many bodies moving together.

herd move north, he said. vegetation better there. new shoots.

his tail swept once behind him, signaling direction as much as intent.

we follow. take good ground before sun high.

sega turned then, expecting callahan to fall into stride beside him rather than behind.

as he started toward the shadowed path leading north, he cast a brief look over his shoulder, golden eyes warm beneath their rough edges.