Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Cole nodded, his eyes lighting up at her words as he relaxed beneath her steady, if not-so-gentle, ministrations. He held back a yip from the seering needle-thin pain. I reckon you’re right, he drawled, feeling a warm kinship in their shared belief. Home’s more 'bout the people you meet along the way than just some plot of land. Folks like you make it worth the wanderin’.

His gaze softened, a hint of something wistful slipping into his expression. But there’s somethin’ to be said for stickin’ around too, he added thoughtfully— as much as he could with these damn thorns. Seein' a place you’ve put your heart into grow and thrive, that’s a whole different kinda satisfaction. Someday… maybe.

He chuckled softly, the notion more of a dream than anything, but one he didn’t mind sharing with her.