Bearclaw Valley There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

There was something calming about watching her move through the space, like she belonged there, like she was meant to be a part of the quiet beauty surrounding them.
He gave a soft chuckle at her words, shaking his head slightly. Ain’t nothin’ to it, he drawled, his tone warm, almost dismissive, but with a quiet sincerity woven through. Figured you’d appreciate it.
His eyes lingered on her for a moment, thoughtful. Ain’t many folks I’d bring here, he admitted, his voice lower, more thoughtful now. But… I reckon you got a way of makin’ things feel right. He paused, then added with a faint smile, This place deserves that.
Shifting slightly, he patted the ground beside him. Go on, get comfortable. Ain’t no rush out here.