Bearclaw Valley hunters

A scoff. Cole didn't believe it, even if he trusted Tvar. Dolce and Rala— both of them!— Wrapped up in their own fuckin' lala land of marital bliss. He ain't wanna see any of that shit. He readjusted one of the heads on the spires, drilling the skull right through the jagged edge.
And as soon as his scoff came, the laughter. Tvar was easy to talk to like this— they got along better than him and his own brother had. But that wasn't a hard margin to surpass.
Ain't that the truth, he began to spin, looking, searching for more little totems that Ameline requested. Tvar was competent, Help me find these damn token's Ameline's been fussin' over, will'ya?