Bearclaw Valley In this world, it's just us

Cole gave her a small nod, the weight of her words not lost on him. He flexed his shoulder carefully, testing the ache beneath the layers of care she had applied. It felt better already, though he wouldn’t admit how much the relief surprised him.

Thanks again, Rala, he said simply, his gruff tone softer than usual. There was no doubt he appreciated her work, even if he wasn’t the type to linger on it. I’ll see you soon.

With that, he turned, the bulk of his frame moving steadily as he exited. He would heed her advice—for now—and find his way back to his den to rest. The valley would remain protected, and he trusted Bearclaw’s strength to hold firm while he recovered.