Snowforest Taiga maugak ⋟

his words hit something low in her chest, something she feels she has been long starved of. since evenspire, since stark. good.

yes—good. there was little she enjoyed more than giving teeth to an adversary. his acknowledgment of it alone lights a slow, simmering heat beneath her ribs.

when kanuux lowers his paw, she let her chin tilt just enough for the morning light to catch the ruined skin. the expression that crosses her face is not a disapproving one. it is a display, she knows, and the thought makes her hungry.

her breath slid out slow as she lifts a paw of her own, presses it to his chest. “you strong.” she nods. “good.”