Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

Cole tsked, shaking his head with a sharp exhale, his lips tugging into a faint smirk. Fuck off, he drawled, though the bite was softened by the flicker of amusement in his tone. His dark eyes tracked Tvar as he approached, the playful jab rolling off him like water off a duck's back.
He shifted his weight, broad shoulders rolling as he adjusted his stance. Towhee Jr., he said, voice lowering slightly as the teasing air dissipated. How's she holdin' up? Keepin' outta trouble, I hope?
There was a genuine edge to the question, concern laced in his words as his gaze fixed on Tvar, waiting for an answer.