Bearclaw Valley woe.

She craned her neck so that she could lick the place between his ears where his soft face fur met the guard hairs of his nape. She too sighed deeply, reflecting on the brief encounter she had had with a guardian at a pack called Kvarsheim. It was within a day's journey, which made it uncomfortably close. While she had yet to witness either of the nearby packs coming to their valley  to hunt as a pack, she did have to wonder if it would offend them to be turned away. 

"Yeah," She moaned softly. Still- she was a a creature who felt entitled to the things that she liked- and the valley had quickly become something she felt was their by right. "Maybe they'll chill out. We don't know what they've been through," She said, trying not to jostle him too much as she shrugged her shoulder beneath his temple. 

Still, there was something about the tone of his voice that indicated that he was disappointed. 'What're you thinkin'?" She asked. She had come to revel in the thought of claiming the homeland of his family, but knew that these were his ties, not hers. And if he felt unsatisfied with their location, she would trust his judgement.