Bearclaw Valley the great imitators

The father was an enduring physical force too — wild, instinctive, and some say imbued with the spirit of a Valley bear, and thus bristling with more power than most who roam this Earth. It was on his connection to bear-kind and the spiritual world that he based his new pack.

The two midnight warriors were so different, at least to my eye. He, a talker, a leader, ambitious and inspired. She, a mute, a watcher, keenly alert and tied to the present. They say opposites can make a successful pair, and I'm compelled to agree. For now we have the Bearberries, healthy younglings full of promise and hope. Who they will come to resemble in heart and soul remains to be seen. Perhaps both... perhaps neither.

And a strange, buried part of Ico believed, as he said it, that neither might be best.

But so loathe was he to explore this unexpected inkling, that he shook himself out of it and focussed his attentions on the strong femme before him. You know, you are very kind to listen to my ramblings, Ico said with a sheepish smile, breaking out of his storytelling voice for the first time, now a little timid.