Bearclaw Valley round town

Cole perked up at the mention of scouting.
Scouting, huh? he mused, giving a thoughtful nod. Reckon I could show you the ropes. Hedrogue and all.
His gaze lingered on her, measuring, considering. Scouting wasn’t just about covering ground—it was about knowing the land like the back of your paw, reading the wind, the trees, the silence. It was about moving unseen when needed and standing firm when called for. Twitch had a quiet way about her, sharp and watchful. She could do well if she wanted to.
Ain’t just runnin’ around, though, he continued, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It’s watchin’, listenin’. Knowin’ how to read a place, how to tell a good trail from a bad one.
He shrugged, casual, but there was an edge of certainty in his voice. If you’re serious about it, I’ll teach you. Long as you can keep up.