Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

The thought of seeing a bear didn’t seem too wild to him. If it were a grizzly or any other predator that he didn’t know then yeah, he’d be a little concerned, but this was different. Arthur had existed there long before he’d been born, and even before his parents had settled into the territory. From what he remembered, and was told by the bear himself during a few (claimed) accidental interruptions to his slumber, there was nothing to worry about with him being there. He’d settled on an agreement with Scarlett long ago and, now that it was Alexander’s turn to take over, that same agreement was inherited by the living albino.

When neither of them seemed all that excited about meeting a bear, his own brow furrowed in confusion. “Yeah, a bear,” he repeated, looking towards Laurel. Was she hard of hearing? He then looked at Indra and told her: “He won’t kill any of us—he’s harmless. He usually keeps to himself, anyways.” Really, killing a wolf would require way more effort and energy than he was willing to exert. And as long as no one bothered him too much, he didn’t usually have many complaints.

“Come on, aren’t either of you at least curious?” He’d expected a better reaction in response to mentioning the bear; maybe a few oohs and aahs but not shock. He’d gotten a little too used to Arthur, though, now being entirely unaffected by the realisation that his valley was shared with a much larger predator than himself.