Firefly Glen time well met,

Cole listened carefully, nodding in quiet agreement with Arnarkla’s praise. Ameline was trying her best, and from what he could see, she had a solid vision, even if it was still forming. Her openness about her past leader hinted at some scars she was carrying—but she was moving forward regardless. That kind of resilience wasn’t easy to come by.

When Ameline asked about roles, he took a moment, considering. I’m fine taking up hunting and patrolling, he offered, meeting her gaze evenly. Been at both a long while. A small, almost sheepish smirk tugged at his lips. Kids, though… can’t say I’d be all good of a sitter. He gave a short shrug, trying to hide the uncertainty behind his usual confidence.

It seemed like a good place to start, though. With winter ahead, keeping the pack fed and safe was as straightforward a duty as any—and something he could do without question.