Bearclaw Valley Papa Said Love Wouldn't Be For Me

Cole chuckled, his easy grin returning as he met her eyes. Can do, he drawled, his Southern lilt giving the words a playful edge. He tipped his head slightly, acknowledging her fairness. Prioritizing the young ones—it was the right call, and he respected her for it.

As Milana bumped his shoulder and trotted off, he gave a low, amused huff, watching her go for a moment before turning to head in the opposite direction. His pace quickened, the thought of bringing back plenty of hides—and maybe a little extra just to stay on her good side—fueling his steps. Guess I’ll be workin’ double today, he muttered to himself with a grin, already planning the hunt.

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