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Cole's ears perked at the sight of the young pup, her keen honey eyes sharp with focus as she perched on the sentinel stone. He recognized her immediately—Ameline’s daughter. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he approached, the soft crunch of snow under his paws announcing his presence.

Well, if it isn’t Ameline’s little one, he remarked, his voice gruff but warm. What was your name again? He cocked his head, genuinely curious, as he glanced at her determined stance. And what are you up to out here?

His gaze shifted briefly to the snow-dusted landscape she had been surveying, intrigued by the young wolf’s focus. It seemed Bearclaw’s strength extended even to its youngest.