Bearclaw Valley remember me,

He glanced at her, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He couldn't help but look at her; stormwrought and entirely woman. She was entitled to her mystery, but it didn't stop Cole from wondering.
I’m just doing my part, he murmured, his deep voice carrying a quiet humility. As any man should.
His attention was brought to the roaming herds. Mule deer and pronghorn frequented the valley— sources rich with nutrients for the growing cubs. Annie...Anatolia, has been spendin' a lot o'time 'round me. Is that, uh...alrigh' with you?
Annie certainly didn't need her mother's blessing, but he did. Undermining where she came from, her real father, wherever he may be, wasn't something he would step on. Don't know if I'm the best...mentor, err...teacher, 'rsum.