Bearclaw Valley archespore

Lucas was working on his moonwalk when he found himself approaching Bearclaw Valley's high walls. The grass was the perfect amount of wetness from a late night rain storm for his paw pads to slide right over it and he was making good progress on his form and technique. There was still a lot of awkward hitching as he figured out which paws to move and when, but he was able to make his way across the field, at least until the shadow of the wall fell across him and prompted him to turn around.

The salt and pepper wolf pacing there caught his eye immediately, but extroverted as ever, Lucas hardly missed a beat before he trotted in Stigmata's direction. Any wolf in the valley was surely a friend of his aunt's or his mama's, so he approached without fear or hesitation, drawing up to an appropriate distance before asking, with a wide grin stretching his bulbous cheeks, "whatcha doin'?" For now, the nest overhead went unnoticed; life happened on the ground for burly little Lucas and he rarely had cause to look up.