Bearclaw Valley Three Musketeers

She was in the middle of this venn diagram of who went beyond pack borders. Cicero was the more worldly of the three; he had visited other lands and packs. She had only gone beyond pack borders once or twice, and not as frequently as Cicero. Damien had never left Blackfeather, but there was always time for something new. He didn't seem to think so, as he lingered at pack borders, staring uneasily at the world. She came to realize that Damien spent more time in the darkness than the other two (metaphorically and literally), so the change would be uncomfortable.

The journey was long for still-growing legs like theirs, but it was worth it. The valley that their Brother lived in was beautiful, even to those born in darkness. She understood why it was called Bearclaw Valley from the paw-shaped island in the river. She hadn't seen a bear before, but she had to believe them. 

Damien ran off the moment they arrived, excited. Potema faintly remembered Kove, the not-father. Regardless, she threw her head back and gave a short puppy-howl to announce their arrival, and then ran after Damien, feeling the first sense of fun she had in weeks.