Duck Lake you're the prayer inside me

Cole shrugged his broad shoulders, his gaze flickering briefly to the pale, determined woman before shifting to the horizon. The drawl in her voice was faint, but enough to pique his curiosity. She didn’t seem the type to back down, her stubbornness evident in the way she stood—confident, almost defiant.

All righ', then, he replied, his voice low and even, the faintest trace of amusement curling at the edge of his words. His sharp amber eyes met hers, assessing her resolve. If she was so set on proving herself, he wasn’t going to argue.

He adjusted his stance, the muscles along his frame coiling with readiness as he turned his attention to the open expanse before them. The snow was fresh, undisturbed save for the faint trails left by prey.

Let’s see what you’ve got, cub, he added, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Without waiting for a reply, he began to move, his steps measured and deliberate, the hunt already in motion.