Jade Fern Grove defying gravity,

Cole’s ears twitched at her question, the faintest grin tugging at his muzzle. His pace remained steady, paws crunching softly against the gravel as he considered her words. Greatest place I’ve seen? he drawled, his southern accent warm and languid, like honey dripping slow off a spoon. That’s a tough one, miss. I’ve been fortunate, y’know, seen my fair share of sunsets and mighty mountains.

His gaze drifted upward, as if the sky might remind him of something worth telling. There’s a valley I came across once, tucked between two ridges. Not too big, not too small—just the right kinda quiet. The air smelled like sweetgrass, and the creek ran so clear you’d swear the water was made of glass. Came upon it after a long trek, and I reckon it felt like the earth itself was takin’ a deep breath.

He glanced at her then, his expression softening as he noted the curiosity in her eyes. But I’d say the greatest place ain’t just about what you see. It’s where you feel most alive, most at ease. For me, that’s Bearclaw Valley now. Took me a while to figure that out, though.

Cole’s grin widened slightly, a hint of playfulness entering his tone. But I reckon you’re lookin’ for somethin’ too, huh? Maybe the greatest place you’ll see is still out there waitin’ for ya.