Bearclaw Valley Simple Art

Cole’s approach was quiet, his paws light on the earth as he saw the woman working. His eyes lingered for a moment on the strips of deer hide she was working with before stepping forward, offering a respectful nod.

Evenin’, ma’am, he greeted with a drawl, his stance steady but not imposing. Name’s Cole. I’m new 'round here. His gaze shifted briefly to the hide she was working with. What’re you makin’ there? Looks like something useful. His tone was polite, but there was a quiet curiosity beneath it, an unspoken recognition of her effort.