Bearclaw Valley A delicious assortment of fresh vegetables like french fries and Nutella

Aventus blinked and lifted his head from his paws when a fat raindrop landed between his eyes. The sun was still shining over Bearclaw Valley, but somehow, rain was falling. It was a gentle drizzle, far different from the recent storms. He watched, puzzled, as a single rain cloud drifted overhead and a thin rainbow formed in the distance.

He wasn’t sure if the rain was good for the wrap around his torso. If it wasn’t, he probably shouldn’t stay outdoors, but the sun and the breeze made him feel a lot better than the stuffy medicine den. Not that Evien hadn’t done a wonderful job with the place, but a growing boy’s brain needed stimulation, and at least here he could watch little animals going about their business and daydream that they were weak little whelps that he could crush into the ground under his paws.

He sighed and placed his chin back on his legs. If the wrap got ruined, oh well. He couldn’t spend another minute indoors.