Bearclaw Valley Friends, or Foes?

Edited a little for ghost posting.

Quick to arrive was a boy in raven's black, and he remembered her.

Aventus did not like Donovan or his sleazy grin or the way he talked. He did not like his pack. Most of all, Aventus did not like the yellow-eyed Nyra. She had insulted his mother with her behaviour, which was tantamount to insulting all of Ursus, Aventus included. That wasn't something that Merrick's son would forget or forgive.

He prowled up the slope leading out of Ursus' valley with proud Nyra fixed in his sights. His usual opportunistic habit of sneaking around was tossed aside in favour of a very direct approach. Next to his half-grown stature, Nyra was positively colossal, but that didn't stop Aventus from angling his ears sharply toward her, lifting his tail and furs in the way he'd seen the adults do time and again, and skimming his lips back in a quiet growl.

There was nothing he could do to her if she chose to lunge at him, but thankfully, Skoll was there as well. She would be stupid to try anything. So Aventus stood as tall as he could and snarled at her, determined to show her how unwelcome she was here.