Bearclaw Valley chamomile

Sven tilted an ear and chuckled. Well Fadir was a nice warrior. Tauris is a nice warrior. It's possoble i think.

The jostle moved him and he ahoved his brother back gently, playfully. They could be sweet and charming he hoped. But he also knew. They had a long road ahead of them. Many would not take them seriously. Even their own pack mates hadn't.

Sven eyed the shadows. Senses on high alert. He hadn't expected such a foreboding place. It pushed his fur a little on edge. But he stood firm amd stalwart beside his brother. Lifting his own nose in kindly greeting and request.