Firefly Glen sanctify

Cole inclined his head respectfully, a flicker of a smile tugging at his lips as he took in her striking figure and the air of authority she seemed to carry with such ease. A lady named Ameline crossed my path, said Bearclaw Valley was looking for a few more capable hands. Told me it was a place that could use a steady presence.

He paused, letting his gaze linger thoughtfully on her. There was a poise in her, a rare kind of calm that he’d come to admire in the few he respected. Her silence, her focus, they commanded attention without asking for it. There was no need for flashy words or gestures—only that quiet, composed strength he recognized in someone who knew how to lead.

Would that happen to be your pack, too?