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Cole had been observing quietly, his amber gaze shifting between the lively woman and Tvar. Her playful tone and sharp wit amused him, a welcome break from the usual seriousness of their duties. When she addressed them both with her jest, a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

Charm ain’t exactly my strong suit, he remarked dryly, his deep voice carrying a note of humor. But maybe Tvar here can show you the ropes. He shrugged lightly, his posture remaining relaxed but attentive.

He turned his gaze briefly to Tvar, giving a subtle nod. He’s right. Bearclaw’s got good wolves. Ain’t perfect, but it’s steady. Loyal. His expression softened slightly as he added, A place worth callin’ home, if you’re lookin’ for one.

Looking back to Esadowa, his smirk returned, though there was a spark of genuine curiosity in his tone. And if sparring’s what you’re after, I’d put my coin on him takin’ it easy on you... at least for the first round. A low chuckle escaped him as his tail flicked behind him.