Bearclaw Valley exploration

Arthur wanted just a peek from the squealing things. He was greatly interested in the little wolves. Not as dinner but just to have more general knowledge about the wolves that lived together with him. The bear slowly turned to the wolf, looking almost offended. Correction, he was offended. He rose his lighter colored nose in the air and let out a loud snort of disapproval. "Beast?! BEAST! I am no beast! I am a bear. A black bear," Arthur let out dramatically. He had a knack for being rather theatrical. Did this young man have no education at all? At least his tone didn't sound judging. 

"I am a black bear named Arthur Elroy Scott Linwood," The wild life let out in one mighty breath. How he spoke it soundly almost royally. But a bear politics didn't really have rulers or kings. Arthur's name just sounded very royal thanks to his mother. It was probably she that also learned him his ways. "And you are?," he then decided to show at least a bit of interest in the wolf. He was clearly younger than Miss. Scarlett or Mr. Kove. Luckily the black bear wasn't really into meat, at least this one wasn't. He liked his nuts and berried. His dark eyes fell on the squirrel. "You brought a gift to Miss. Scarlett?," he then realized. "That is very kind of you, Mr. Young-Wolf"