Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

Her voice was not familiar. The pale eyes within an equally pallid countenance, that should have struck something in him - but it didn't. He let some of the tension ease from his body and swept around her in a series of steps, lurching, sniffing the air in study of her. She held a scent that was similar enough to Astara; that or she carried the dark woman's smell well. Either way, not a threat. A member of the pack. He finally let the last of his intensity ebb as he discovered all of this.

She was a small thing - not a warrior like himself. What good was she to Ursus? Was her only acceptable quality her possible allegiance to the witch woman? It probably didn't matter in the end. What interests you out here? He questioned, looking around with a sweep of his gaze at the wilderness sprawling around them. The border of any pack claim was dangerous - especially for such small women.