Bitterroot Valley room to make a big mistake

loved writing this one

sega paused mid-step, ears flicking toward her as the familiar cadence of his own tongue rolled off her lips. bold. teasing. perfect.

his mouth curved, slow and crooked, a smirk pulling at one corner.

ma’ tsáava ni, he echoed back at her, clicking his tongue playfully. hah. you use my words on me now.

he leaned in just a fraction, enough for warmth to touch the space between them.

not that much, he tsks, as if offended, though the gleam in his eyes betrays him—equal parts proud and amused. you learn too fast. dangerous.

a soft shoulder-brush as he stepped past her, the curve of his tail flicking lightly against her leg.

come, he said, glancing back with that same teasing look. say it again. maybe i believe you this time.