Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

He hadn't been far when she tracked him down. Nose to the ground, determined. He hadn't seen that look in her eyes since she met him, desperately looking for her son. He often thought of the young boy and it brought a darkening pulse to his paws— what had become of their father, how he'd fail them.
Cole had been resting— shock— but was brought to his feet from the enclave of fallen oaks and shaded branches he'd rested betwixt. The guard didn't have a den of his own— didn't need it. He was on his feet too much to have a place to call home.
She greeted him with a look of anxiety, filtering his own worry. What happened? he wanted to ask, but it came out as: What's wrong, darlin'?
Seeking to cup her face with gentle paws to heed her fast paced moves. She was a glittering balm of frenzied looks, one that he'd like to coax out of her. Someone hurt you?

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