Bearclaw Valley for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door

Anyone is welcome to join! Come see a sad boy. Teach him about bears.

the young wolf’s acceptance into the pack had gone relatively smoothly. at least, illidan had never transitioned so easily into another’s home. after his time with morgana, the ghost felt at ease – or close to it – in the valley. he knew that he would be required to fulfill duties for the pack, but that would strike him when the leaders requested it. until that point, the dark-capped beast had taken to searching the area for a den site and to familiarize himself with his new home.
 
the valley was beautiful and lusciously green after the exponential rainfall. the skies still threatened them with further downpour, but inside the claim that ursus had there were many places where one could hunker down and wait out the storm. the valley would surely be a safe location for the upcoming winter months. as illidan prowled slowly through the trees, he could not help but admire the territory.