Bearclaw Valley count it all joy

there was an eery silence about the valley. blondine thought about what it'd been like before, the theatrics and drama that were ever-present in their little home. it brought a wry smile to her maw, coupled with a muffled laugh. there were some good folks who lived here, she whispered, just... a little unique, 's all.

she pulled her gaze from the treeline to the stranger. he seemed confused, absent even. she frowned and continued, asking, where're you comin' from? was he lost? blondine was no scout, but she knew a bit about the surrounding area.