Bearclaw Valley moreau's golem

unable to remain self-ostracized for his days in bearclaw, stigmata wound deeper into the territory than he normally bothered to venture. he found that even in the heart of things it was quiet here; soft and reserved to the outside world. there were fewer members here than he was accustomed to living with -- an air of peace to this area that he had to be subdued into accepting -- but then again the clan of sandraudiga had been a rowdy and flourishing bunch for many generations before him, and he had no real comparison to how things might be otherwise.  

he didn't disparage in the peace either. as a yearling he might have lamented the appearance of stagnation, but prime and proper stigmata saw nothing but chance and opportunity in all that stillness. even now he prowled about: eager to begin the careful surgery of immersing himself into the familial folds of his reticent, fishbowled pack.