Bearclaw Valley But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied

pride was not something he wore openly, but it glinted now, quiet in his gaze. i won’t let you down.
her next words earned a huff—amused, warm. his posture shifted, softened.
towhee’s strong. stronger than me. a faint smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. she’s well. tired, sore, restless. but she handles it.
he lifted a brow, dry humor flickering briefly before his gaze gentled again. and you? how are you holding up?