Bearclaw Valley faded into the night

@Scarlett

Raziel had busied himself around the packlands ever since his recovery and the news that pups would soon arrive at Bearclaw Valley. He stocked up his supply of herbs, made sure there was plenty of all healing plants in his cache to be found near his home and hunted daily for the pack as well as patrolled the borders frequently, not only did he guard the main entrance to Bearclaw, he went up the pathway to patrol, ready to kick out any wolves lurking nearby.

Pups would soon arrive and the Roman would have no stranger near his home, no one that was not of the pack would know an inch of the Valley, not while he was here, not while he still lived and called the Valley his home. He would protect Bearclaw and all the inhabitants within with his life, his loyalty lay with the leaders of the pack as well as his packmates and would not change unless something terrible happened.

That morning, the Roman had risen early and was guarding the main entrance, ears thrust forward, leathery nostrils inhaling as he stood still. A large wall of gray fur, flesh, bone and blood blocking the way in.