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Cole chuckled, the sound low and gravelly, his shoulders shaking slightly as he glanced between Esadowa and Tvar.

Fun? he repeated, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Depends on your idea of it, I reckon. There’s sparring, dancing—if you’re into that sort of thing—and plenty of good stories around the fire. We make do.

He tilted his head toward Tvar, his expression sly. This one here? Not much of a dancer, but he’s got a hell of a jab if you’re feeling lively enough to spar.

His dark gaze flicked back to Esadowa, curiosity glinting beneath his calm demeanor. Bearclaw’s about unity, sure, but we’ve got our share of personalities. You’d fit in fine, lively as you are.

Cole let his tail sway behind him as he shifted his stance, as if settling in to enjoy the company a little longer. It wasn’t often he found himself in such spirited company.