Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

Although it was obvious that he’d woken her up, he felt no remorse for having done so. However few his numbers may be, he was still convinced that the valley was his and viewed her actions as an insult to his authority. The manner in which she spoke didn’t help the situation, the casualness of her tone wearing on him. Of course, his first instinct was to retaliate in some way, though he managed to hold off on doing so for the time being. Silent reminders of how his actions had gotten him into trouble in the past, as well as how they’d led to him being hated, kept him temporarily in control. The part of him that no longer wanted to be alone further urged along his decidedly good behavior, however flawed it was.

“Yes, it’s mine,” he responded after (somewhat) successfully reining in his annoyance. “It’s been mine since birth.” Well, to him it had been, anyways. Even during Raziel’s reign, it had belonged to him and his family, no matter what anyone else might say or think. And now that he was an adult, it was his right as the firstborn to officially take back control of the valley; even without an adequate amount of followers to help him defend it, though, he still considered himself to have full control over it. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to say differently or would correct them if necessary—which seemed to be the case currently, he quickly realised.

Glaring down at her, he said, “It doesn’t really matter how much help I get, this valley will always belong to me.” Undoubtedly harsh, he fell silent for a moment after. In an attempt to push passed his hostility, he cleared his throat before adding, “But I wouldn’t turn someone down if they wanted to live here, too.” Unable to muster up a nice tone, he compromised and settled for something more monotonous instead.