Bearclaw Valley In this world, it's just us

Cole’s ears flicked toward the sound of her voice, his amber gaze narrowing slightly as he shifted his weight. The movement sent a sharp sting through his flank, drawing a low grunt from his chest. He slowed as Rala approached, her concern clear in the way her gaze darted over him.

Me and Tvar, he started, his voice steady despite the ache in his muscles. We took care of a coyote pack meddlin’ at the borders. His tail gave a slow, deliberate sway behind him, though the effort clearly cost him.

They won’t be comin’ back, he added, his tone resolute. The memory of the fight lingered—teeth flashing, bodies colliding, the sharp tang of blood in the air. He exhaled sharply, shifting his stance again to ease the pressure on his injured leg.