Bitterroot Valley sundowning

the voice made her straighten, ears flicking toward the gold-eyed boy jolting himself awake like he’d been yanked from a bad dream.

”nice nap?” she asked, tone light as to settle him while her eyes took him in. gray fur and red. golden eyes. she committed it to memory. “sega said i should meet you.” she stepped forward only a little, just enough that he could smell her properly—wet earth and moss, the faint undercurrent of sega’s own scent clinging to her.

“i’m twitch,” she offered, simple, as if the word explained everything.

a prickle at her spine told her to turn, and only then does she realize she was being followed. the second boy stood nearby, bone-pale, silent and cautious. a brow cocks, a half-amused smile curving on her face. “and you must be the other one.”