Bearclaw Valley you were not made to be understood, you were made to be experienced

this is super short aHHH

As she was coming in, he’d been preparing to head out. Although he wasn’t yet ready to venture far from the valley, he still frequented the border, keeping a close eye on things. He’d yet to notice that his friend never trekked far into the territory, assuming that when he saw her at the borders it was because she, too, was keeping watch, rather than because something had been holding her back. So when he spotted her away from the path leading out, he didn’t think too much of it. However, he did shift directions so that he was heading towards her instead of the exit, a throaty chuff sounding to announce his presence. He was less interested in standing guard now, figuring the valley was safe enough for the time being.