Fox's Glade I steal a few breaths

Cole offered her nothing more than a nonchalant shrug. He didn't see himself as such a...good man, but now he was changing that. He was carving a new path for himself, not one stricken with blood.

He raised a brow, indignant about the pelts. We should make another, if 'ya got time for it. An idea, a good one he thought. He should keep this attitude up.

Nah, y'haven't. Don't stress abou' it, I don't sleep much there anyways. He had been taken out mainly sleeping on the borders, marking trees and whatnot, to keep out those who didn't find the valley's hospitality up to par. He'd make sure the women like Milan, Nephele, didn't see it.