Bearclaw Valley what's fine

mercenary spree

Cole moved steadily along the snow-dusted border, his golden eyes scanning the terrain with practiced ease. His ears flicked toward the faint crunch of snow behind him, @Tvar’s heavier steps a steady presence at his side.

Quiet today, Cole murmured, the faint rasp of his voice breaking the silence. His breath fogged in the crisp morning air as he paused briefly, nose twitching to catch any unfamiliar scents on the wind.

The quiet wasn’t unwelcome, but it always kept him on edge. Borders were no place for complacency. With a glance toward Tvar, Cole resumed his pace, his tail flicking behind him as they pressed on.