Bearclaw Valley Friends, or Foes?

Aventus blinked twice, surprised, when Nyra apologized to him and then lowered herself to the ground. His silver eyes tracked the wagging tip of her tail, the way she rolled and presented herself supine before them all. They remained fixed on Nyra as Skoll spoke, dismissing her apology. They lingered on the muted pink of her belly as Evien drew up.

This was Ursus, god damnit! We all know how this ends.

Aventus didn’t know about Easthollow. He didn’t know about Evien’s authority. All he knew was that he didn’t like Nyra. He didn’t like Donovan. He didn’t like his pack. And now here she was, making herself vulnerable in front of him, handing an opportunity up on a silver platter.

With a snarl, the boy dove for Nyra, snapping his little jaws.