Bearclaw Valley gotta be careful,

in my defense, these damn coyotes won't get the hint. he grunts with a half-snarl, not nearly directed at her, but any of the vermin that might be lurking and watching as they speak. he was mighty paranoid! and for good reason, too. he and cole had fought off two waves of the fuckers, and now they were bold enough to encroach on their territory again—and this time attack one of their own: @Winslet.

like a pack of starving dogs, circling the weakest of them. it made his chest tighten with paranoia and anger. what were they do when pups came in spring?

tvar. he says simply as they weave through the valley. leading her down into the clearing where the pack often gathers, scenting for any hint of the leaders. no one seemed to be around, and so be huffs and draws himself to a seat. we'll wait for them here. tell me about yourself, kid. he prompts.