Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

Cole scoffed, shaking his head as he walked alongside Tvar. I ain't got one, he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. Them girls are too fuckin' young. Ain't right, even if I was interested.
He paused briefly to kick a stray branch out of their path, his gaze scanning the snow-dappled woods ahead. Good, he said when Tvar mentioned Towhee Jr., the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Keepin' her fed, that's what matters. She’ll pull through if she’s got folks lookin’ out for her.
He gestured ahead with his muzzle, signaling to continue their patrol. Rala apologized t'me. A leg lifted to spray against a passing tree. His voice was gruff, but his pace was steady, his presence solid and reliable as ever. Whatever that fuckin' meant.