Bearclaw Valley it means i'm broken and lame

“Phoebe,” she offers, thankful immediately that Joaquin isn’t offended in the slightest. ‌The fact that he’s friendly helps to bolster her from the blunder—she mirrored the gentle wave of his tail with her own and found a smile emerge from the embarrassment writ on her face.

“You must be new,” she goes on, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Unless of course, he was actually just being very polite and was actually one of those guys who liked to hide out from everyone. She had clued in to such a thing, finally, especially since a certain few were particularly good at it.

Of course, given the events of recent… maybe hiding out wasn’t a bad a thing. And for as much as she wanted to ask him how he liked Ursus so far, she at least had the sense to wait for him to confirm or deny that he wasn’t one of those hiding out guys.

you have a lovely flow to your writing