Bearclaw Valley i don't wanna share this space

Cole’s brow raised as the bone rolled toward him. Slowly, he leaned forward to inspect it, his gaze flickering from the ridged surface, marked by her teeth, back to her face. There was something heavy in her eyes, something that didn’t match the simplicity of the action.

He nudged the bone gently with his paw, tipping it back toward her. Don’t like it? His voice carried a note of teasing, but there was a softness beneath it, an invitation for her to share whatever weighed on her so heavily.

Settling back slightly, he watched her, his curiosity tempered by patience. Whatever it was, she’d say it in her own time—or not. Cole wouldn’t press, but he wouldn’t let her retreat entirely either.