Bearclaw Valley only then i am human,

Cole offered a small smile as he leaned down, carefully lowering the bear cub into the cradle of Ameline’s limbs. The movement was gentle in a way most wouldn’t expect from a man like him.
There you go, he murmured, brushing the downy fur once with his nose before stepping back. Should only be gone a day’s time. Maybe less, if the weather holds.
He glanced toward the den's mouth, then back to her, golden eyes soft but alert. He’s a strong little thing, he added, almost to himself. You’re doin’ right by him.
Then, a light exhale, nearly a laugh.
Six girls, huh? he mused, shaking his head. No wonder you look so tired.
But there was no judgment in his voice—only something close to admiration. Maybe even understanding.