Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

He followed her closely, steps measured and deliberate as he remained a steady shadow behind Anatolia. He watched her movements with a careful eye, noting her crouch and the focus she placed on the tracks. She was learning, no doubt, but there was room for guidance.

Easy now, he murmured lowly, his voice a quiet rumble meant only for her ears. Keep your steps softer. Don’t rush it. Let the hare think it’s alone.

He moved in tandem with her, maintaining a respectful distance, yet close enough to step in if things went awry. His green eyes stayed trained on the trail ahead, flicking occasionally to Anatolia’s form to ensure she maintained her focus.