Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole shrugged, a slow, lazy roll of his shoulders. Guess you're right, he muttered, his voice low, rough like gravel.
His gaze followed the pebble as it bounced and disappeared into the dark, swallowed up like everything else in the dead of night. Nothing but wind and silence stretched ahead of them, the valley breathing in slow, steady exhales.
Cole hummed, a quiet sound, thoughtful. Nope, he agreed, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Ain't much of a night for sleep, either.
His pace was slow but steady, content to walk without a real destination. Just existing, side by side, in the quiet.