Mudminnow River so far away

Cole's chest rumbled with a low laugh, his tail giving a slow, casual wave. Ain't no gangs here, friend, he drawled, his tone warm with humor. We do things a little different in these parts. Packs, not gangs. Less blood, more... structure. He let the word hang for a moment, as if testing its weight.

He shifted his stance, broad frame relaxed but watchful. Name's Cole, he introduced himself simply, his southern lilt softening the syllables. Guard for Bearclaw Valley. His golden eyes met the man's directly, gauging him. So, you're listenin'. Good. What kind of work you thinkin'? he cocked his head slightly, a hint of curiosity breaking through his otherwise even demeanor.