Bearclaw Valley Simple Art

Cole chuckled, a warm, throaty sound that rumbled low as he watched her weave. Well, reckon I’ll have to get real good at keepin’ up with ya, then, he drawled, his tone playful.

With a glint of curiosity in his eye, he leaned in, studying her work for a moment before gently closing his teeth over a loose strand and tugging it in a similar rhythm, mimicking her precise pattern. Think I’m gettin’ the hang of it? he asked, one brow lifting as he released the strand, his tail swaying behind him.