Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole let out a rough chuckle, shaking his head. Yeah, well, seems like nobody else thinks that way. His tone was light, but there was something edged beneath it—something tired.
His eyes lingered on the stretch of land ahead, the moonlight cutting silver through the valley. It was quiet, the kind of quiet he liked. No yapping pups, no overworked mothers fussing, no obligations pulling at his heels. Just the cold night air and the sound of their paws crunching against the earth.
He glanced at her, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. Wait are you— He lifted a brow, keeping pace beside her. Y'ain't even old 'nough to have kids, are 'ya?