Bearclaw Valley a reckonin' is comin'

@Cole

his black paws crunched softly against the snow as he followed cole's scent. he’d seen something worth the other man’s attention, and though he could’ve handled it himself, where was the fun in that?

as he rounded a bend near the edge of the valley, he spotted the honey-furred man resting beneath a snow-dusted pine. coyotes. east border, tvar announced with a jerk of his head. they’ve got a raccoon treed, yapping at it like they’ve nothing better to do.

his tail swayed low at his hocks. could’ve taken care of it myself, but... he shrugged, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. figured you’d enjoy ruining their fun. hows about round two? or you still recovering?