Bearclaw Valley only then i am human,

The valley was quiet, save for the wind threading through the trees. Cole moved through the snow with the steady, measured steps of a man who knew how to carry his weight—knew how to keep it from making a sound. The bundle in his jaws was fresh, still smelling of the woods where he’d made the kill. A hare, plump enough to serve a meal, and a doe hide, cleaned but still carrying the scent of earth and blood.
He stopped when he reached the mouth of her den, keeping his distance. Respect. A man didn’t just walk into a woman’s space uninvited. He set the offerings down carefully, his breath fogging in the cold air, then lifted his head.
@Ameline. His voice was low, meant for her ears alone. Not a demand, not a summons—just a quiet presence in the night. Brought somethin’ for you.
He stood still, waiting, patient. Can I come closer?