Bearclaw Valley flying high

The snow whispered through the valley as Cole approached once more, this time with Tvar walking at his side. The air carried a weight of purpose, the presence of the man beside him adding an unfamiliar but steady rhythm to the scene. Cole’s golden gaze met Ameline’s as they reached the towering tree, where the ceremony had just marked a significant turning point in his role within the valley.

Cole stopped a respectful distance from Ameline and inclined his head slightly before gesturing with his muzzle toward Tvar. Regina, he began, his voice steady but carrying a note of purpose. This is Tvar. He’s been traveling for a while, and he’s expressed interest in running with us here in Bearclaw Valley.

He paused briefly, glancing at Tvar, then back to Ameline. He’s a capable wolf, Cole continued. I believe he’ll prove to be a valuable addition if given the chance.

The sandcastle man stood firm, his stance relaxed but unwavering as he awaited her judgment, his expression calm but watchful. The falling snow softened the moment, yet the significance of the introduction weighed clearly between them.