Bearclaw Valley round town

Cole gives a short nod, a flicker of something like approval crossing his face.
Alright then, he says simply, as if that settles it.
He glances out toward the stretch of land beyond them, eyes scanning the horizon, taking in the familiar landscape of Bearclaw. Scouting isn’t just about moving—it’s about knowing. Reading the land, noticing changes, recognizing the things most wolves wouldn’t think twice about.
He turns his gaze back to her. I can show you, he offers, his voice gruff but not unkind. Hedrogue and all.
It’s not much, but it’s something.

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