Fox's Glade I steal a few breaths

Cole chuckled softly, shaking his head as a grin pulled at his lips. Seems I’ve got a knack for picking up strays, huh? he said, his voice carrying a warm humor that lightened his words. He glanced off into the distance for a moment, as if considering her question more seriously.

They’re well... I think, he added after a pause, his tone thoughtful. Takes time, you know. Some fit right in, others... take a bit of work. But that’s part of it, right? Finding their place.

He turned his gaze back to Milan, his green eyes alight with a quiet confidence. You’ll get along fine with them, I reckon. You’ve got that... welcoming way about you. Makes it easy for folks to feel at home. A rare compliment from him, but an honest one.