Bearclaw Valley whole lotta love

Cole’s gaze softened as Ameline spoke, his shoulders easing beneath the weight of her words. She always had a way of grounding him, reminding him of the strength that still existed in quiet moments.
I reckon you’re right, he murmured, offering a small, appreciative nod. Worryin’... yeah, I suppose that’s just part of it. Can’t be helped. His golden eyes drifted toward the treeline, the thought of Winslet laid up still gnawing at the edges of his mind. But hearing Ameline say she’d be alright—that meant something. It meant hope.
And we’ll get 'em, he agreed, his voice steady now. Those damn coyotes won’t see the next sunrise if I have any say.
At her last words, something like a smile tugged at the corner of his scarred muzzle.
He paused, looking back to her fully, sincerity clear in the gold of his eyes. Thank you, Ameline. Really.