Bearclaw Valley a reckonin' is comin'

Cole glanced up from his spot beneath the pine, amber eyes narrowing briefly as he listened. He rose to his paws, shaking off the dusting of snow that had settled over his fur.

Let's go, he said simply, his tone steady, leaving no room for hesitation. His gaze lingered on Tvar for a moment before he began moving, his stride purposeful as he headed toward the east border.