Bearclaw Valley lockbox

For @Tvar!

No more laying around. No more waiting.

If Athella wanted to make any headway on her training, then she might as well start now. She may lack formal experience, but she did have several advantages already. Three sisters with whom she had grown up practicing. Knife edge instincts and unwavering focus. Strong genetics. And hours spent on patrol with either of her parents.

Coming into her own, all of this meant nothing if she failed to step up. Taking matters into her own paws, just hours after the sun had risen, she set off through the snow laden valley. A dark, lone figure in a pack of many. She skirted to the borders and began her patrol. Laying down her scent with others of the pack. Refreshing where the scent faded. Letting all know in no uncertain terms, that this was Bearclaw's land.

this girl carries the same resolve that seems to course through the wolves of bearclaw. he observes her for a moment longer, noting the precision of her steps and the way she marks the territory with intent.

without hesitation, tvar moves to join her. his black paws crunch softly against the snow, his tall frame blending with the shadows of the treeline as he approaches. she’s young, younger than most he’s patrolled alongside—thus, leading him to the assumption that she must be one of ancelin and ameline's whelps.

'course, it helps she resembles her mother.

when he’s close enough, he chuffs softly, not intent on spooking the girl. you’re making quick work of this.