Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

Cole let out a low chuckle, the sound deep and gravelly as it carried through the chill air. He gave Tvar a sidelong glance, his amber eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. You’ve got a way of puttin’ things, he said, his tone light but laced with sincerity. Rare’s one word for it. Damn near unheard of might be better.

He shifted his weight, the frost crunching softly beneath his paw. Tvar’s honesty—his mix of humor and introspection—wasn’t something Cole encountered often, and he found himself appreciating it more than he’d expected. Answers ain’t all they’re cracked up to be, y’know, Cole added after a moment, his voice carrying a dry edge. Sometimes the not knowing... that’s the thing that keeps you movin’.

His gaze flicked back to Tvar, his brow arching slightly. But I reckon you already figured that out.