Bearclaw Valley help is on the way

He nodded as if he understood, but Larus rarely did. He could not remember the last time he'd met hunters on the prowl, or visited an established pack, but he must have done both of those things - prolifically - if he managed to survive this long. And if the Bearclaw Valley she spoke of was home to her, yet familiar to him in some way, perhaps he had come from nearby? But that was wrong, too. Larus did not know this valley or the people within it. He had no recollection of ever meeting the Easthollow wolves or their matriarch, despite at one point living among them... It was a hard way to live.

Then it is a good place for you, he offered instead. A kind place filled with kind people, just like her. I would love to visit, if you think the wolves there would be welcoming..? His tail pendulum'd behind him as he said this, and then he shrugged his shoulders: I'd be happy anywhere you are. It isn't often I encounter such beautiful souls... As far as I know, anyway. He blushes, smirking, and passes a fleeting look over the horizon.