Bearclaw Valley i don't wanna share this space

Cole's ears perked at her mention of bones, a flicker of interest lighting his features. He lifted his head from his paws and gave her a curious glance before sniffing the air, a spark of recognition crossing his gaze.

Wait here, he said, his tone easy, almost conspiratorial.

With a practiced efficiency, Cole rose to his feet, his nose to the ground as he sniffed the crisp air, moving a short distance away. He followed a trail only he seemed to know, his movements deliberate, and soon enough, he paused at a patch of disturbed earth.

This was it.

Digging into the frozen soil, he unearthed a well-buried treasure: the femur of a deer. It had been one he'd stashed during a kill, shown to one of Ameline’s girls as a lesson, a moment of shared discovery.

Satisfied, he turned and padded back to Anatolia, his golden eyes glinting with something akin to pride. Stopping in front of her, he dropped the bone at her paws, his tail giving a small wag.

Bone, he announced simply, settling back down beside her, his head tilted as he watched for her reaction.