Mudminnow River so far away

someplace where what you do actually matters. dolce hummed then, low and pondering. it made him think back to all the terrible he'd done, all the pain he'd inflicted. none of that had mattered, and he sure as hell hadn't mattered to the men he once considered his brothers. the same men that'd turned their back on him, when all he'd ever done was give them everything. 

greed runs deep in the heart of men, and long gone were the days where he'd give and give, only for them to take and take. 

he raises his chin, eyes of mahogany training on cole. a decision, a final one, had been made. this was his chance for redemption, to try and make peace with his wrongs. 

"s'all i needed to hear, partner. my muscle is bearclaw's, if they'd have me."