Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

strange.

no fear-scent wafted from the stranger, who by all acounts should have been terrified.  two of bearclaw's most ferocious warriors (she could not attest to indra's fighting skills, but surely she could hold her own as well) stood in front of her, and her husband did not look like he was here to play nice.

bearclaw's matriarch was not content.  she took one single step forward, addressing xan's snarl with a ripping one of her own.  although she was a blimp that did not mean she meant any less business, even if it just meant being a worthwhile distraction while these two ended the loner.