Bearclaw Valley mollyrock

Cole listened quietly, his amber eyes fixed on Tvar, reading the subtle shifts in his expression. The man’s words struck a chord, resonating with thoughts Cole had turned over in his own mind more times than he cared to admit.

Yeah, he finally said, his voice a low rumble. I think the same sometimes. Hard to even think about settlin' down when you’re still tryna sort yourself out. He paused, his gaze drifting toward the treeline as if the horizon might offer some clarity.

Guess it’s like tryin' to build a house without layin' a foundation first. He let out a dry chuckle, the sound heavy with self-awareness. Ain’t much sense in it, is there?