Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole huffed, shaking his head. All these litters, he muttered, eyes scanning the dark horizon. Everywhere you turn, there’s another one. Keeps the men close to the dens.
He exhaled sharply, kicking at a stray rock. He didn’t say it, but Twitch might have guessed—he wasn’t much for being tied down. Not like that. Not in the way these men were, waiting on pups to grow, making themselves soft.
Reckon I’ll keep busy. That was all he said on it. His tone was even, but there was something else beneath it. Something Twitch could probably hear if she listened hard enough.