Bearclaw Valley give back a hungrier stare

o k but can we talk rq about how pretty mona is in her tar???

Arthur had awoken and with him the albino spoke at any chance he got, asking questions and hearing stories; he had thought the bear lazy over the winter months but, now, knew that it was necessary. He was partaking in some idle chit-chat when the howl was heard, making the male excuse himself for the time being. He steered himself away from the valley’s bear and towards the entrance, where he spotted a fiery girl—he’d mistaken her for Indra at first—and the hybrid; the conversation between them went unheard, though his eyes were trained on the stranger. “Can we help you?” he asked, glancing towards his pack mate—who wasn’t too bad of a creature, he’d begrudgingly decided—and then back to the other.