Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

Cole’s brow arched slightly at her quick reaction, though he didn’t move to close the distance between them. He stood firm but unthreatening, giving her the space she clearly needed.

Yeah, he replied after a brief pause, his tone low and even, meant to steady rather than intimidate. The girl’s size—or lack thereof—didn’t go unnoticed, but there was a spark in her sharp movement that hinted at resilience beneath her small frame.

What about you? he asked, his gaze steady but curious, wondering what had led someone so young to this place. She smelled of a pack, but he couldn't place which one.