Wapun Meadow good, honest work

Cole chuffed, a short sound of agreement, his amber eyes narrowing briefly as he scanned the horizon alongside Dolce.

You could say that again, he muttered, the weight of the week sitting heavy in his tone. Still, the mention of a mule deer sparked a flicker of interest. His muscles shifted as he adjusted his stance, already preparing for the hunt.

Let’s try for it, he said, stepping forward to join Dolce’s path through the snow. There wasn’t much to say beyond that, the mutual understanding of purpose between them requiring no excess words. The promise of the hunt was enough.