Bearclaw Valley You ask me what I'm thinking about,

@Adalynn

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the valley as Cole settled into his routine. The late afternoon light bathed the landscape in a warm golden hue, but there was a chill in the air that seeped into his bones—a reflection of the turmoil swirling in his mind.

He busied himself with the task at hand, digging in the earth to bury the bones of old carcasses, remnants of hunts past. The ground was cool beneath his paws, offering a certain comfort in its stability. Yet each bone he covered felt like a reminder of something he couldn’t quite shake off—an echo of his last interaction with @Arnarkla. Her icy demeanor and pointed words lingered like a shadow over him.

With every shovelful of dirt, he tried to bury the weight of his unease, but the feelings only grew heavier. Had he pushed too far with his teasing? Was there something deeper that he had missed in their playful banter? He wanted to believe that their dynamic was lighthearted, but doubt gnawed at him. The playfulness had faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that hung between them like a thick fog.

Cole paused to glance up, watching the way the trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly. The serenity of the valley felt at odds with the turmoil within him. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of damp earth and fading sunlight, hoping to ground himself. Perhaps it was just a fleeting moment, one that would pass with time. But for now, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him like the cool, dark soil he continued to cover over the bones.