Bearclaw Valley There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

It does sound nice, he agreed, his voice low and gravelly. Ain't many places like that left. Not ones that stay that way. He paused, his jaw tightening slightly. Takes work to keep it good, to keep folks lookin' out for each other. But Bearclaw... it’s got a chance. We’ve got a chance.
He glanced down at her, his eyes softening as he caught the quiet ease in her expression. And you’re part of that now, he said simply, with a firm nod. Whether you believe it yet or not, you belong here, Nephele. You’ve got people now.
He reached up, brushing a loose strand of fur from her cheek, the gesture surprisingly tender for the gruff man. I’ll make sure of it, he murmured, his voice steady, a quiet promise in his tone.