Bearclaw Valley whole lotta love

Cole nodded slowly, eyes drifting over the tokens he had gathered, though his mind was far from feathers and shells. Her praise was noted, appreciated in its own quiet way, but it didn’t lighten the weight he carried.
Winslet, he said simply, voice low, a rough edge to it. She was always on his mind.
The coyotes. The dangers that lurked beyond their little haven. He couldn’t shake the thought of something—anything—taking her from him. The idea sat like a stone in his chest.
She’s got a soft heart, he murmured after a pause, gaze settling on Ameline. I just want to keep her safe. Keep all this safe. He gestured faintly to the tokens, but his meaning was broader—the pack, the life they were building.
His jaw set, the faintest crease forming between his brows. But I know worryin’ don’t get me far. So I’ll keep busy instead.