Bearclaw Valley oh i just can't wait to be king!

Ishi was in incredibly good spirits. He had done some marvellous scouting already and the landscape was so darn beautiful. He stood atop the boulder like a young knight, the breeze ruffling his white fur dramatically, the early dawnlight forcing his eyes into a pensive-looking squint.

His soft muzzle turned downwards quickly as he saw a subtle, lissome creature pad towards him. Hello new friend! he decided (such was his good mood). Any idea what this place is called? He had a map in his head and wanted to plonk a proper name down on this glorious valley.