Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

Ameline resisted the urge to snort, skeptic of both magic and witches. Instead, she showed her disbelief with a slight wrinkling along the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t tell if the man feared or revered these wolves of Ursus, or if he was ambivalent; he was difficult to read.

He’d humoured their questions, but they seemed no more intriguing to him now that he’d been assured that Ursus remained no longer. 

He moved forward and with a low growl, Ameline moved to block his path, baring her fangs in warning. 

Ancelin asked a question- and while she wished for her husband to have answers, she would not weather the sin of trespass. She thought to warn him- but wondered if the mention of Aventus’ name might be enough to stop him in his tracks.