their valley was kinda popping these days, ancelin noted with pride. he had taken to canvassing the bones on their borders, wiping away moss, carving ragged tooth-patterns into them with his jaws, and setting the skulls where best visibility could take place.
stuffing the nearest cache with half a fat porcupine, ancelin carried the rest toward the heart of the ursine valley, enjoying the play of sunshine upon brightfallen snow as he trudged amid the drifts.