Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

Cole nodded, the easy roll of his shoulders carrying an air of unshakable composure. Cole, he offered in return, his voice warm but measured. Good to meet you, Tvar.

His amber gaze lingered for a moment, sizing up the man before him. There was a guardedness in Tvar’s words, but something about his honesty rang true—grounded, if not a little lost. Cole respected that.

You’re not wrong, he said after a beat, his drawl wrapping around the words like a slow current. Walkin’ long enough, you start wonderin’ what it feels like to stand still. Ain’t always easy, though. Some places just stick to you, make you want to stop.

He glanced past Tvar, out toward the distant horizon where the mist began to break. Bearclaw’s like that. Solid ground, good folks. Ain’t a bad place to start over if you’re lookin’ to. His words were casual, but the invitation lingered beneath the surface, unspoken but present.

So, Tvar, Cole drawled, turning his gaze back to the man with a hint of curiosity in his expression. What are you hopin’ to find out here? Just answers, or somethin’ more?