Bearclaw Valley round town

She was a wiry thing, all nervous energy wrapped in a thin frame, and yet she stood her ground, even when uncertainty sat heavy in her stance.
He exhaled through his nose, before giving a small nod. Thank you. The words were simple, but genuine.
His gaze dropped briefly to the bundle again. Winslet will like 'em. She had a way of appreciating small things like that. Maybe she’d weave them into something, maybe she’d just admire them, but either way, it’d be another thing to bring her home.
Cole glanced back up, studying Twitch once more before tilting his head slightly. How you been? His voice was low, steady—rough with age and wear, but not unkind.
It wasn't small talk. He wasn’t the type to waste words on things he didn’t care to hear the answer to. If he asked, he meant it.