Bearclaw Valley rubix

Cole let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he leaned back on his haunches. You’re just like your mama, y’know that? His voice carried a quiet warmth, a hint of amusement curling at the edges. Got that same fire in ya. Same pride, too.
He watched her for a moment, noting the determination in her eyes, the way she held herself—poised and confident, even as she spoke of ambition. It was admirable.
Tell ya what, he started, his tone shifting to something softer, almost conspiratorial. If you’re serious ’bout this guardian business, I can teach ya some things. Might come in handy when it’s time to step up.
He tipped his head slightly, waiting for her reaction. What d’ya say? Could learn a trick or two from an old dog like me.