Mudminnow River so far away

Cole tilted his head slightly, studying Dolce for a beat before a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. The man’s straightforwardness was something he could appreciate. No fluff, just facts.

Bearclaw’s a strong pack, he began, his tone steady and grounded. We’re tight-knit, like family. Everyone pulls their weight. You’ve got hunters, healers, scouts, and yeah—guards like me. We keep the borders safe, make sure no one’s causin’ trouble where they don’t belong.

Cole flicked his ear, his amber eyes narrowing slightly. If you’re lookin’ for somethin’ steady—someplace where what you do actually matters—might be worth your time. We look after our own. He let his words hang, giving Dolce a moment to consider.