Fox's Glade returners

Cole's gaze softened as he listened to Winslet, the faintest curve of a smile pulling at his lips. He gave a slight shrug, as if brushing off her concern about his wounds.

They'll heal over time, he said, his voice calm and sure. Ain't much to worry about. His amber eyes lingered on her for a moment, taking in the light in her expression, the quiet determination that had taken root in her words. It made him glad, truly.

When she spoke of joining Bearclaw, his smile widened just slightly, a quiet warmth seeping into his typically stoic demeanor. That’s good, he said simply, but the weight behind the words spoke volumes. You’ve got more to offer than you think, Winslet. I’ve seen it.

Her question made him pause, and his brow furrowed for just a moment. Then, with unwavering conviction, he met her gaze. They’ll want you, he assured her. Bearclaw ain’t just about strength, it’s about loyalty. You’ve got heart, and that’s what matters most.

He tilted his head toward the horizon, where the sun painted the meadow in warm gold. You’ll find your place with us. I know it.

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