Jade Fern Grove defying gravity,

@Paloma Malvado  ; nephele tag for reference!

Cole padded along the outer borders of Bearclaw Valley, his breath forming small clouds in the crisp morning air. The cold gnawed at him, slipping beneath his coat and prickling his skin with every step. He had never been one for the chill, preferring the warmth of sunlit afternoons over the biting dawn, but duty was duty. He’d scout the borders, cold or not.

As he moved, his thoughts drifted to @Nephele and her daughters, a warmth blossoming in his chest that the morning frost couldn’t touch. Their faces lingered in his mind, each memory a comfort against the brisk air. It had been a while since he’d last crossed paths with them, and he wondered how they were faring in this cold season.

Shaking off his reverie, Cole focused his attention back on the task at hand, eyes sharp as he scanned the surroundings. Every scent, every broken twig along the trail was noted, but his mind continued to wander back to Nephele’s soft look and the bright eyes of her girls.

Paloma had been traveling for weeks. Paw pads worn and cracked, she had to stop herself from wincing with each step on the icy ground. Dark clouds had been following her, both literally and figuratively, on her trek through unknown lands. She wondered if it would rain soon. That would be just her luck. 

Thoughts of her mother, warning her away from this journey, picked at Paloma's already weakened resolve. Her rage and guilt burned brightly in her heart, but they could only burn for so long without anything to fuel the flames. The dame had yet to find any information on her father, another crushing blow. 

Lost in her thoughts, and admittedly none too observant, Paloma found herself walking up on a large male. Behind him, she felt herself stiffen with fear. She had come too far to stumble upon aggressive pack lands and die. With his thick scruff and strong build, she figured him to be a warrior of some sort. Pulling herself up, Paloma cleared her throat gruffly. "I mean no harm," She choked out, her voice like rough sandpaper from disuse.

Cole turned, his keen gaze settling on the woman with a mixture of curiosity and something softer as he took in her worn, weary state. The brunette had clearly been traveling hard—her cracked paw pads and the bruised look in her eyes told enough of her story. Despite the exhaustion clinging to her, she held herself with a quiet strength that didn't go unnoticed. Cole offered a small nod, easing the tension in his stance.

Don’t you worry, ma’am, he said, his voice smooth yet grounded, a low Southern drawl warming his words. Ain’t lookin’ to make trouble for a lone traveler. You seem like you’ve had your fair share already. His gaze softened slightly, but he didn’t move closer, respecting her clear discomfort.

Name’s Cole, he offered, his head tilting in a relaxed gesture. These lands ain’t claimed, so you’ve got no need to fret over territory here.” He paused, observing the dark clouds hovering both above and within her eyes. If you’re needin’ a rest, I can point you to a dry spot nearby. Just rain comin’ in if I’m guessin’ right, and no sense in gettin’ caught in it.

Cole watched her for a response, giving her the space to decide if she’d trust him or keep moving.

There was something comforting about the male. Whether it was his softening eyes or the drawl of his voice, something about him made her want to trust him. Perhaps that in and of itself should have scared her. After weeks alone though, she found her mind craved social interaction more than her belly craved a warm meal. His words held a kindness that she missed, that reminded her of the wolves she knew back home. A pang of regret at leaving them once again stabbed at her heart. 

Cole stayed a safe distance away, her golden eyes approving of his actions as they pulled up with her thankful smile. "The journey hasn't been as easy as I had hoped to be honest," Paloma said, her words tinged with embarrassment. They were true though. The journey had been just as difficult as her mother had tried to warn her. 

"I'm Paloma," She offered him back, voice still rougher than she was used to. Taking a step towards him, a final show that she was granting him a bit of trust, Paloma felt herself wanting to talk more with him. The crushing loneliness that had surrounded her finally catching up to her questionable mental state. 

"If this isn't claimed, then what are you doing out here?" Paloma questioned, her words holding no accusation only simple curiosity.

Cole kept his stance relaxed, his gaze never lingering on her for too long, as he scanned the treeline in that practiced, steady way of his. He gave her a slow nod, acknowledging her words with a quiet understanding that didn’t press too close, offering her space while still making it clear he was listening.

Just passin’ through, scoutin’ for my pack—Bearclaw Valley, he drawled, his voice low and unhurried, the words shaped with a lazy warmth yet careful in their intent. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he added, Good 'ta meet 'ya, Paloma.

He tilted his head toward the horizon, a subtle gesture to the vastness around them. Know this place well enough... ain't seen many folks out here, he said, his gaze flicking briefly to her with a hint of reassurance before settling back on the familiar landscape.