Bearclaw Valley Simple Art

Cole’s ears perked, a grateful smile spreading across his face at her words. Aw, appreciate that, Milana. Didn’t think I’d be much good at it, he admitted, chuckling softly. Her encouragement warmed him more than he’d expected.

Then, with a hint of sheepishness, he cleared his throat. Y’know… reckon I could hang onto this one? Back’s startin’ to feel the weight of haulin’ all them carcasses. He flashed her a lopsided grin, shrugging lightly. Maybe I’ll bring ya somethin’ real nice next time—save ya the trouble of watchin’ me struggle, he added, the humor in his tone masking his relief at the thought of a break.