Bearclaw Valley i don't wanna share this space

Cole did as the lil' girl instructed. With the bone before him he set his jowls to scoop it into his mouth and carve his own markings into it. It was an older bone, he could tell by the staling marrow, but nonetheless good for a teething pup.

He dropped it before Anatolia— his teeth markings clear as day, and much, much larger than her own.

To him, she would always be that little girl.

Good now, I reckon. and he nudged it toward her, before nudging her off into the distance. He came away with more eyes toward Nephele's girl; wondering what she was capable of.