Bearclaw Valley Oh my brother, how worried I am

A deep chuckle rumbled out of Raziel at Scarlett's comment about how 'Uncle Raz' sounded more badass. "Perhaps you're right," he said with a gentle smile at the thought of young pups clambering over him, asking to play, calling him 'uncle', getting in all sorts of trouble. It was a peaceful life, a beautiful life, one that Raziel could only hope to live in until now. He had always been the wandering sort, drifting from one place to another like an unwanted guest, a ghost.

But Raziel felt he had finally found his place, where he truly belonged. It was in Bearclaw Valley, with his white king and queen, Kove and Scarlett and their litter to be. His packmates came and went and until one stayed true to the valley like he had, they were mere drifting spirits like he had once had. Raziel was a founder and a veteran of the valley but most importantly, he was friends with the leaders, he was family, he was home. 

"Loved equally huh? They better me," he murmured softly and when she mentioned resting, he relaxed entirely and nodded. "Rest sounds good."