Bearclaw Valley b

Arlette had been in an adventurous mode today. She had been curious about the home where her uncle had lived, where Nuna was born and grew up. She had always been curious how the territory looked. She had always been at the front door when she wanted to play with her. The pale colored female trotted past the border and towards the entrance of the valley. With a relaxed trot she moved over the border knowing that no one was living here. It didn't make her too alert for the recent scent of an adult male traveling the same path.

As she traveled down the path, she saw the valley below. "Wowww," she breathed out, seeing the frosty plains below with the slow running river. It had an island in the middle. Nuna had not told her about that! Then again, she couldn't really talk. Or, correction Arlette never heard her talk. The pale female instantly ran down the path towards the water. She was like a white ghost traveling over the snowy grounds. She had shed more of her puppy physique and was looking more elegant. Much more like her grandmother.

The female smiled as she was running through the untouched now, towards the river. She stopped before her feet would touch the cold water. Arlette glanced around at the tall ridges around her. It felt so safe. The female felt amazed that such a great place was so close to them. This was what Nuna left behind? This is what her own mother left behind? She wouldn't mind living here.