Bearclaw Valley There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

His ears twitched as he mulled over her sentiment, a quiet hum escaping him before he spoke.
You don’t need to thank me, he said plainly, though his voice carried a depth that belied the simplicity of his words. Just doin’ what’s right. He glanced at her, the edges of his mouth curling into a faint, almost bashful smile. I guess it helps that you haven’t made it hard to care.
His gaze drifted toward the valley spread before them, his thoughts quieter now, measured. Bearclaw’s got a shot because of folks like you, he added after a moment, his tone resolute. It’s not just me. It’s everyone, pullin’ their weight. We keep that up, maybe we’ll make somethin’ that lasts.
He let the silence settle for a moment before turning his focus back to her, his voice gentler this time. But I’m glad you feel like you can count on me. Because you can. Always.