Bearclaw Valley eat it up for dinner

Polar cub had skills! Cole glanced toward Ancelin with a confirming nod of his head. The ducks they had just hunted were fresh, and he didn't even need to guide her. He thought of Elowen, the soft dove from the lake, who was an inexperienced hatchling.

Kids? She was so bold. It was...different. Cole hadn't thought he wanted his own kids. Not yet, anyways. He was becoming a regulatory father for Annie, anyways. He didn't have the time. The valley required his attention more than most.

It was a task he took willingly.

Cole still bit his tongue. It was Rala's turn to speak. Cole mindlessly plucked away at the duck's feathers.