Bearclaw Valley There isn't much left

Sven knew as a leader he did not need to share his misfortunes with others. No one really needed to know that Kvarsheim was no more. It would be evident if anyone went that way. But a part of him knew that he could not let that stand. He could not possibly let someone who was looking for help to come to the Stone circle and they all be gone.

So he had hunted all day and night. Catching a few grouse and carried them by their necks towards the borders of the bear wolves. They had always treated him well and he would like to give them a gift before he went about his way. He stopped at the borders a respectable distance and lifted his nose for @Ancelin or @Ameline and then he lay the grouse at his feet and watched. His tail curled about his paws. Patient.

with new little ones, ancelin was on higher aggression alert. unfortunately it was the polite pewter man at his borders which received a glimpse of this: the ragged-furred rex barreling out of dew-wet branches, bearclaw curled into the pelt at his chest and the rest of him studded with twigs, tiny bones, sap.
a snort. he drew up, tail lashing, and sniffed the air. a loner with little threat and some familiarity. "were you at the big hunt last fall?" ancelin asked, aggro ebbing as curiosity took its place.
a gift. a solemn face. a joiner? a messenger? he waited.

Surprise widened his eyes. But he was a Lodbruk and he had done nothing wrong. So he stood his ground or more so kept his seat. He was not past the borders. And he was bringing gifts. The sight that met him was what nightmares were made of if you were prone to them. But Sven felt as if he was living a nightmare, so he wasn't as perturbed as he may have been a different time. 

I was. I am of Kvarsheim. A small sad smile. 

He pressed the grouse forward. Kvarsheim has fallen and I wanted to drop one more gift and let you know. So if you were to ever need help and we weren't there. But if I am in the area of course and I can come to your aid for anything I hope you will call on me.

he shouldn't feel smug at such misfortune, but all ancelin selfishly thought of then was when he had gone to offer aid to an ailing pack. well — to absorb them. but they could have been stone circle in the valley. now this guy had nothing.
he was struck by shame then; the man had lost much and here ancelin was, gloating.
"i'm sorry to hear that. i hope you and whoever else is still there knows you can always come here, for hunting, or shelter, or just to talk."
"never got your name? i'm ancelin. ameline is queen here. i'll make sure she hears what's happened." he felt like the valley should do something, but didn't know what.

Sven did not know if this news would matter to this wolf. Perhaps it was nothing to him. And even so that was fine. Sven had done what he must.

Sven nodded. Thank you. Most have dispersed, but I'll pass it along. Maybe take you up on it someday.

Sven drew a paw across the dirt in thought. I'm Sven. I have met your queen. She hunted with me when I was much younger. Helped me to learn.