Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

something unreadable passed behind tired eyes before she looked ahead again. “yeah, well,” she muttered, exhaling slow, “not much point in stickin’ around when stayin’ would be worse.”

she left it at that, because she wasn’t about to crack herself open just because cole had a decent pair of eyes on him. she figured he already knew that, anyway.

instead, she let out a rough, amused scoff, flicking her tail. “you sure? ‘cause you sound real invested,” she teased, “could’ve just kept walkin’. yet here you are, adopting strays.”