Snowforest Taiga maugak ⋟

kanuux did not hide the way her touch fed something raw inside him.

the press of her paw to his chest— her naming of his strength— it threaded through his muscles like heat through ice, waking the most primitive parts of him.

his breath deepened. his shoulders squared.

her scar gleamed in the morning light. he took it in, the way she offered it without shame, the way she met him with her own violence. it pleased him. it stirred that dark, marrowdeep satisfaction unique to predators who recognized themselves in another.

kanuux’s chest pushed into her paw, a subtle, deliberate dominance— answering her approval with his own.

his gaze dragged over her with the slow certainty of a wolf who knew exactly what he was:

strong, brutal, worthy.

a low rumble built in his throat, not threat, not warning— pride.