Bearclaw Valley Will

SORRY FOR THE WAIT

Cole’s gaze remained steady as Zephyra voiced her defiance. He didn’t move to stop her, though his sharp, watchful eyes tracked her every step until she began to drag the badger out of sight. Only when she was far enough to no longer be a concern did he shift his focus back to the situation at hand.

The stranger still lingered, his posture irritatingly relaxed. Cole said nothing to him directly but positioned himself firmly at Ancelin’s side, the very picture of an immovable guard. His stance was clear: he would stay as long as necessary to ensure Bearclaw’s safety, his quiet presence a reminder that intrusions weren’t tolerated lightly.

The tension in his body spoke louder than any words, ready to act if provoked. Ancelin could take the lead now; Cole would remain as the steadfast wall between their kingdom and any potential threat.