Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

Cole nodded, his expression steady as he regarded Tvar. Bearclaw Valley, he confirmed, the faintest trace of pride threading through his tone. Good place to land your feet if you’re tired of wandering. Plenty of folks, steady ground. It’s...solid.

His gaze flicked to Tvar’s worn paw pads, then back to his sharp blue eyes. Ameline leads us. You’ll like her, I think. A pause, and then he added with a faint smirk, If you’re lookin’ to find a place, she’s the one to talk to.

Cole turned slightly, motioning with his muzzle toward the direction of the valley. Come on, then. Reckon you’ve walked alone long enough. Without another word, he began to move, his stride easy but purposeful, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure Tvar followed.