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Cole nodded, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at the corners of his rugged features. Her offer was genuine, and though he wasn’t one for delicate pastimes, there was something about her soft-spoken nature that made him consider it.

I'd appreciate that, he said, voice low and gruff, yet carrying an edge of warmth. Bearclaw Valley— he paused, glancing out over the landscape, his gaze momentarily distant before settling back on her. It's home. Tough, strong wolves, but fair. There's a lot of unity, but you gotta pull your weight.

He shifted slightly, the weight of his frame making a soft crunch in the snow beneath him. It’s not an easy place, but it’s worth it. Keeps you sharp, y’know?

Looking back at her, his amber eyes softened. You’d probably fit right in, though. Friendly like this, he added with a faint smile, you’d be alright.