Bearclaw Valley hunters

for a moment, tvar had thought he'd towed the edge of cole's boundaries. but then his reply came, delayed, and the man visibly relaxed. eyes flicking momentarily to linger upon the rough-hewn brute.

good.

there comes silence again. the two men filling it with work, continuing the search for tokens until it was pretty much exhausted. cole seemed alright with what he'd gathered.

it came where it was mutually time to part. tvar did lift his head, however, and glimpse over at him a final time. for what it's worth, he looks fondly upon him, you're a good man, cole. and you'll be a good man for her.

then he disappeared through the thick of the valley woods.

exit tvar