Wapun Meadow gilded lily

Cole snorted, the sound low and gruff, as he regarded the woman lounging so casually. His amber eyes narrowed slightly, tension still evident in his posture, though he remained rooted where he stood.

You don’t know nothin' abou' what Bearclaw does. His tone was firm, the southern drawl slow but deliberate.

He shifted his weight, jaw tightening briefly before he added, Name’s Cole. 'n yourself?

For a moment, his gaze flicked to the horizon, the faint scent of another still tugging at his senses. Turning his attention back to her, his voice softened slightly, though it lost none of its edge. If you’re just passing through, you’d better do it quick, before someone less friendly comes sniffing around.