Whitebark Stream yes i am still alive unfortunately

sega shifts without hurry, stepping just enough aside to let the sun fall clean across the elder’s bones. no offense taken. a quiet respect in the movement.

mm. kursat ten-sons, he says, dipping his head. sun yours.

a pause, then softer.

you need meal? a small tilt of his muzzle toward the valley. hot one. or hot bath. we got both.

a faint huff, almost amused.

old bones earn comfort.