Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Cole followed behind her, grunting quietly as another thorn caught in his side. He cleared his throat, awkwardly glancing over at Waawaakeshi, his usual smooth demeanor slipping for a moment.

Reckon I could use a hand, he muttered, a slight wince crossing his face as he tried to reach the thorns himself, only to make them worse. These things ain't gonna just shake loose. He motioned toward his side, where a few stubborn thorns had dug in.

He sat down beside her with a quiet sigh, the clearing offering a momentary respite. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, wondering what thoughts lay behind her quiet words. Wanderin' suits ya, huh? he added with a half-smile. Guess there's always somethin' else out there to find.