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Cole's gaze shifted sharply at the sound of Tvar’s approach, the chuff carrying clear through the crisp morning air. He raised a brow in greeting, his posture straightening slightly as the other wolf joined them. The faintest curve tugged at his lips, more acknowledgment than warmth, but friendly enough for Tvar to notice.

Thought you'd catch me alone, he rumbled, voice steady, before his attention flickered back to Esadowa, her breezy demeanor lingering between confidence and amusement. She was bold, that much he could tell, but there was an edge of naivety in the way she carried herself. He wasn’t quite sold on her ability to handle "whatever the wind brings."

Esadowa, huh, he echoed evenly, glancing at Tvar as if to gauge his impression. Wind’s got teeth out here. Be sure you’re ready when it bites. The words carried no malice, but there was a weight to them, a warning laced within.

When she turned her attention to Tvar, Cole gave a low grunt, stepping slightly to the side to let his packmate speak for himself. His focus remained sharp, though, observing the interaction with quiet vigilance. Whatever Esadowa's intentions, they weren’t taking chances.