Broken Antler Fen When I was a child, I heard voices;

Nice 'ta meet 'ya, Ameline Bearclaw. Cole regarded her in good company. She seemed kind, at least from this conversation, and he needed a home. While he enjoyed the dispersal lifestyle, he was gettin' too old for that.

My name's Cole. Just Cole.

And she invited him along with her. He couldn't believe it— with his rumbling belly, he may have just hit the jackpot of all luck in the book.

Awfully kind of 'ya. Lead the way, Ameline Bearclaw.

He'd follow her to wherever she took him. Maybe it was his stomach talking, but he had a good feeling about this.

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