Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

She didn’t know that stray would’ve wandered in, he muttered, stepping over a patch of uneven ground. His gaze flicked sideways toward Tvar, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Didn’t think she’d let herself get caught up, either. But looks like her and Dolce tied the knot. Guess he worked fast.
He paused, scanning the sparse woods ahead, then added, Can’t say I didn't see it comin’, but hell, who am I to judge? His tone was neutral, his shrug dismissive, though his steps carried a quiet deliberation. Dolce ain’t exactly subtle about what he wants. Nor is she.
Cole cast a glance back at Tvar as they continued on, his eyes briefly searching. That bother you any, or you just curious? he asked, his voice level but probing.