Bearclaw Valley Galant

He liked part of it, but part of it Ashlar knew would change when he found the words to suit it.  It did not quite fit the bear that he had met and who was his friend, but perhaps another bear.  

When Avicus first found him, Ashlar's reaction was similar to when Merrick was there.  He felt ashamed, to a degree, and his tail tucked a bit though he did not move from the river.  Ashlar hadn't thought she would like his songs (though he'd wanted to make her one too, as he did all friends who were important).  

Then he heard her vibrating note, not quite the same, but a clear mimic of his song.  He looked at her, surprise turning his nerves into a delighted smile.  She looked confused more than anything else.

It's a song for the bear, he explained, turning and wading his way from the water.  It was cold and he shivered as he left it and wet fur hit the still-winter air.  He had seen no fish for a bit and would like a break.  Perhaps he'd hunt other warmer prey later.  The one who lives in the valley.  Ashlar repeated the beginning, a soft and relaxing run that plodded into the next.  The last part was what he felt was wrong.  He wished to capture the power of it, but not with the unpredictable fear.  It was tricky.