Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

Popping in! :-)

Ridge had moved on from Bearclaw Valley for a time, but found that the friendly wolf he had encountered didn't often leave his mind. He wondered about her, and since he didn't find a reason not to, flew back into the skies above the valley. Her copper hues stood out among the snow below, but so did the wolves' around her. 

He opened his beak and screeched his presence. He assumed Ingram would recognize him, but he refrained from flying lower. He didn't know the other wolves, nor how friendly they may or may not be. His golden eyes remained fixated on the trio as he circled above.