Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Cole watched her with a keen interest, his head dipping in a slight nod as he let her name settle in. Waawaashkeshi, he repeated, the sound unfamiliar but intriguing on his tongue.

Name’s Cole, he replied, a faint smile curling at the edges of his mouth. Just joined up with Bearclaw Valley, tryin’ to get my bearings out here. He scratched the ground idly with his paw, his tone easy and welcoming. Don’t know much about these parts or the packs nearby—figure I’ll be learnin’ as I go.

There was a warmth in his gaze, mingled with a healthy respect for her. This new place held its mysteries, and he was more than willing to let Waawaashkeshi be one of them for now.