Bitterroot Valley I waited for you

hn. good, he murmured, thoughtful. better way.

he touched her cheek with the back of his paw—gentle, attentive—before speaking again.

first… we invite your father here. to great sky. a small nod followed, as if confirming the solidity of the plan to himself. he come as guest. as honored man. we hunt together. make feast for him. show him our strength, our kindness.

sega’s voice warmed faintly, pride threading through it.

he see land you choose. pack you choose. he see me… as chief, as man.

and when he give his word? when he say yes? a flicker of something bright crossed his face. then i name lead hunter. someone strong to watch great sky.

only then did he lean in, forehead brushing hers in quiet promise.

after that… you and me go to your mother.

his breath stirred her fur.

i ask blessing from her own mouth. show her my face. my heart. his voice dipped lower, steadier. so she know i am worthy of you.

a faint, almost playful huff escaped him then—close to a laugh.

big journey, he admitted, brushing her nose with his. but for you? hn. i walk whole world.

he stepped back just enough to look into her eyes fully.

this way… all your family see truth. no doubt. no fear.

a softer rumble, meant only for her:

and then you are mine, angel-girl. with honor.

they are very precious to me;-;