Bearclaw Valley Shot out of a cannon

It would have been easy for Breccan to find a place to call home; he had friends, new and old, who were laying claim to various territories in the region. Ibis, Yami, Bat, and Tristan were on his mind briefly as he continued to travel southeast, but they slipped from his attention as he focused on finding Nuna. The land around him was becoming more familiar as he approached Lost Creek Hollow, and he felt a wave of nostalgia when he spotted its trees in the distance.

He put his nose to the ground and began tracking. He didn't come across anything striking for some time, and worked his way gradually through a thicket and a field of wildflowers. There, on the verge of a valley ringed by steep rocky walls, he caught a whiff of his friend's scent. It was faint, but it was apparent, like she had been here for some time before departing. Breccan frowned. He considered picking his way down the uneven path into the heart of the valley, but something told him he wouldn't find Nuna there.

He was stumped, and his consternation was evident in his face as he considered his options.