Bearclaw Valley so close to what

His expression calm, almost indifferent, though the faintest flicker of something softer crossed his golden eyes. It wasn’t anything, he drawled, his voice steady, his accent carrying the easy cadence of his roots. Just doin’ what needed doin’.

He shifted his weight, glancing off toward the horizon as though the conversation was of little consequence, though his presence stayed firmly grounded. Anatolia’s got herself a new bone to chew on now. Figured she might like it.

His gaze returned to Nephele briefly, catching hers with a glint of quiet reassurance. Your girls are good. Tough, like their ma. Don’t reckon they need much lookin’ after, but… I’m around if they ever do. His tone was nonchalant, but the weight of his words lingered, grounding the air between them.