Bitterroot Valley ✢ Drive-in slasher flick again

sega’s ears tipped toward her, the faintest ease settling through his shoulders at her choice.

good, he said simply, a small, approving nod. then you stay.

no chains. no debts. only the word she’d given.

he stepped aside, giving her a clear view of the valley below— dens, river, forest, the quiet pulse of a home.

welcome to great sky, kasia.

his tail lifted once in quiet acceptance, the gesture of a place freely given.

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