Bearclaw Valley chamomile

ignorant as ever to ancelin's ire, athalia only smiles at him as he approaches. there were new friends! why did his face look like that? that's not what she thought excitement looked like.
the beargirl digs through the proverbial filing cabinet of her mind in an attempt to place why the name kvarsheim was so familiar. she'd heard it before, yes, but who and where and what and why and —

DING DING DING

swiftlet! she shouts aloud, tail now sweeping into an erratic thump at her backside. you know swiftlet? swiftlet friend! swiftlet is karshim.
it all came full circle now! the boy kristjan introduces the pair, and so athalia mirrors him with wide pupils and an even wider grizzly smile. i athalia, he ancelin.