Bearclaw Valley Welcome to Rising Sun Valley, Brother.

Ezra had never been as big a fan of exploring as his sister was. He preferred the comfort and security of his home and held little desire to wander about outside the borders of Easthollow, so when his mother offered him a place to accompany her, Ezra almost declined. However, for some odd reason, the boy decided against his initial feeling and swallowed the nervousness in his throat before trailing quietly after his mother and sister. Perhaps he elected to join them because the journey was so short, or perhaps it was because his mother was with him and her presence made everything a whole lot easier. Whatever the reason was didn’t really matter, they were already on their way and there was no turning back now. 

Upon nearing the border of their neighbors, Ezra’s nose fell low to the floor and immediately began taking in every little detail he could find. How many residents there appeared to be, how strong their claim was, who they were to be exact. Once he had finished gathering all the information he could, Ezra lifted his head from the ground and cast a curious glance across the valley. It was beautiful. He let out a mesmerized sigh, eyes gleaming with wonder and admiration as he stared in awe at the snow glistening lands. Part of him felt jealous, jealous that one day his sister would explore territories like this on a regular basis. But with a quick glance over his shoulder, Ezra felt his heartbeat steady and was reminded that no matter how stunning the world may be, nothing would compare to his home. 

At the sound of his mother’s howl, Ezra was quick to spin on his heels and move to stand stiffly beside Clary. He threw his sister a smile before mimicking the approachable and respectful posture he had seen several loners exhibit when he had confronted them at the borders. Once settled into this position, he tossed a few looks between his mother and Clary before ultimately shifting his gaze to rest upon the valley while he waited for someone to appear.