Fox's Glade ocean eyes

She spoke so softly, almost like she didn’t believe in herself, and that didn’t sit right with him.

Well… he started, his tone carrying a drawl that somehow softened the weight of his words, take a few days t’think about it. No rush.

He tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes meeting hers with a steady, reassuring gaze. I’ll meet 'ya back here, and you can tell me what y’think. His voice was kind, free of judgment, offering her space to decide on her own terms.

Cole adjusted his posture slightly, looking back out over the snow-covered expanse. Ain’t always about fightin’ or huntin’, y’know, he added after a pause, his voice quieter but no less certain. Sometimes, what a place really needs is someone who brings somethin’ softer.

The hint of a small smile touched his lips, and then he nodded forward as if encouraging her to keep walking.