Bran doesn’t move quickly - but he doesn’t need to. His stillness is strength. His paws, curled close, hold an invisible offering - maybe peace, maybe protection. With eyes that don’t blink and a posture that’s stood for centuries (or seems like it), Bran feels older than the trees and quieter than snow.
Where Milo is the daydream, Bran is the anchor. Together they could watch over a forest - or just the windowsill of a quiet home.
