Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

The guard nodded, a grim line forming across his lips as he listened. Too many cocky sons of bitches been walking around— Cole was the one to damn recruit the man, but he'd only set sights on the polar cub since arriving.
Damn straight, he agreed, his tone low and resolute. Coulda taken that fucker. Wouldn’t even be a fight worth rememberin’. His lip twitched faintly as he side-eyed Tvar, sharing in the shared irritation bubbling between them. But he let it rest. Tvar seemed content, and Cole could live with that, too.
With a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, shaking his head. The valley’s gettin’ damn big. Seems like everyone’s pairin’ up, gettin’ comfortable. Regina’s expectin’, too. There was a weight to his words, not quite disapproval but the acknowledgment of how much the pack was growing, how fast things were changing. There was a churn in his own chest as he swallowed the lump in his throat, thinking Nephele's stormcloak body, Winslet's widening eyes.
Guess that’s the way it goes, though, he added after a beat, something darker written on his features. I'll show'ya what I been makin'. Needa better eye on it.