Bearclaw Valley so close to what

Cole let out a low hum, brushing her comment about not being good at dexterous trades aside with an easy shrug. There's still time, he drawled, his voice calm and steady. Raisin’ those girls of yours, keepin’ ‘em safe and sound—that’s no small thing. Hell, takes more skill than most care to admit.

He leaned back, his broad frame resting against the tree at his side, tail flicking lazily in thought. Tell you what, he continued after a moment, his amber eyes catching hers with a hint of a smirk. Maybe next time we’re out, we keep an eye out for caribou or elk herds. Ain’t just for huntin’—good to know where they’re movin’, how the land’s changin’. Might be somethin’ we can do together.

The suggestion hung in the air, casual but genuine. He wasn’t looking to impose, but the thought of sharing something productive and grounding with her felt...right.

You’ve got the mind for it, he added with a faint, approving nod, tapping a paw lightly against his own temple in echo of her earlier motion. Mappin’ out the land, learnin’ its ways—bet you’re sharp at it. Reckon we’d make a good team.