Bearclaw Valley round town

fern-hued eyes sharpen at his words, gleaming with something like hopefulness.

keep up. it’s not a challenge given her experience, but it sticks with her all the same.

scouting makes sense. it’s not a calling, not a passion, but it’s something she can do. had to, for the past two-ish years. it kept her moving, from sitting too long in the quiet.

"i will." her tail twitches once, a brief movement. "been doin’ it my whole life." she doesn’t say why. doesn’t need to, she thinks. he seemed smart enough.