Bearclaw Valley flying high

Cole sighed softly, the kind of exhale that carried both amusement and mild exasperation. He reached out with one large paw and gave Tvar’s shoulder a firm knock, leaning in close enough to mutter under his breath, You're supposed to bow, idiot.

He straightened back up, his golden gaze flicking to Ameline with a subtle grin, as though to smooth over his companion’s mistake. Tvar here’s solid, he said in a tone that was steady, if not outright reassuring. Good instincts, quick on his feet. Not afraid of a little hard work.

His gaze shifted to Tvar, eyebrow raising slightly in silent encouragement for him to answer Ameline’s question. Cole might have vouched for the man, but he wasn’t about to let him off the hook entirely.