Bearclaw Valley my god, my god, why have you forsaken me?

collars come off today!

the blades of the helicopter whipped up violent gusts of wind and snow as they hovered over the valley.

they were back for ulva.  they flew low over bearclaw, letting the wolves get used to the sound of their machines.  it would be no good if they all came out at once.

ulva was in her usual spot at the boulder in the mouth of the valley, once more allowing them easy access once they were ready to take their shot.

but oh no, not yet.