Jade Fern Grove defying gravity,

Cole kept his stance relaxed, his gaze never lingering on her for too long, as he scanned the treeline in that practiced, steady way of his. He gave her a slow nod, acknowledging her words with a quiet understanding that didn’t press too close, offering her space while still making it clear he was listening.

Just passin’ through, scoutin’ for my pack—Bearclaw Valley, he drawled, his voice low and unhurried, the words shaped with a lazy warmth yet careful in their intent. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he added, Good 'ta meet 'ya, Paloma.

He tilted his head toward the horizon, a subtle gesture to the vastness around them. Know this place well enough... ain't seen many folks out here, he said, his gaze flicking briefly to her with a hint of reassurance before settling back on the familiar landscape.