Bearclaw Valley i don't wanna share this space

Cole eased himself down beside her, his broad frame settling into the earth with a quiet sigh. His head rested on his paws, golden eyes soft as they regarded her, though he kept his tone easy and light.

I'm Cole, he offered simply, his voice low but warm, breaking the silence with his introduction. There was no pressure in his words, no expectation—just the quiet reassurance of his presence.

He let the stillness linger for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the water before he spoke again. I can get that, he murmured, his voice carrying the faint weight of understanding. Been feeling that same kind of tired myself lately.

Turning his head slightly to look at her, he added, What do you like to do? You know, when you're not this tired? The question was gentle, not prying, as though he were simply curious to know more about her.