Bearclaw Valley i don't wanna share this space

Cole’s paws crunched softly against the frosted earth as he wandered along the waterway, his sharp gaze scanning the landscape until it landed on a figure perched on a stone. The faintest flick of an ear betrayed her awareness, though her posture spoke of weariness. He paused a moment, taking her in before stepping closer, his voice warm and steady.

Anatolia, he greeted, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity, softened by the weight of winter’s chill. Nephele’s girl.

His tail swayed gently behind him as he stopped a respectful distance away, his golden eyes watching her with quiet curiosity. You look like you’ve been deep in thought. There was no pressure in his words, only a quiet invitation to acknowledge his presence, should she wish to.