Bearclaw Valley god, i hope it all goes away

Cole kept his stride steady and his words few, his sharp gaze sweeping the edges of the territory as Vanja trailed beside him. He didn’t say much, offering only the occasional grunt or clipped instruction to stay close. His focus remained on the land, on the scents and signs left behind, ensuring nothing out of the ordinary lingered too close to their claim.
As they approached a cluster of dens nestled into the hollow of the valley, he slowed, tilting his head toward the earthen mounds. Dens, he muttered, his voice low but firm—a simple explanation that carried the weight of his responsibility.
He lingered just long enough to let the young recruit take it in before moving on, his posture straight and unyielding as he continued their patrol. There wasn’t much else to say—not yet, anyway. She’d learn more by watching and walking than by anything he could tell her.