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Cole inclined his head, his steady gaze meeting Ameline's as she spoke. He took in her words without hesitation, the list of tasks already filing themselves neatly into his mind. When she finished, he gave a slight, firm nod, his voice a low rumble of reassurance.
I’ll do my best to bring back what we need, he said, his tone as solid as the earth beneath them. And you know I’m just a howl away. Always.
His eyes flickered toward the horizon for a moment, thoughtful, before returning to her. Feathers, skulls, shells—I'll keep my eyes open. Borders come first, but I’ll bring in what I can along the way.
He shifted his weight, standing a little straighter, the subtle tension in his frame a sign of his readiness to tackle the tasks ahead. Diplomatic work’s no trouble, either. Just point me in the right direction when the time comes.
Though his words were brief, there was an unspoken commitment in the way he carried himself—a promise that he would do more than his part, that he was steadfast in the role he’d taken on. You can count on me, he added, quieter this time, but no less resolute.