Bearclaw Valley child of sun, child of moon

(Forwarded a week or so from current time)

The trek across the meadow had been slow, post-heat exhaustion turned her long limbs to rock. Every time she stepped it was as if she were pulling her paws out of deep, wet mud. By the time she had reached the entrance to Bearclaw Valley Auriel was just about ready to collapse into a heap of golden-and-black fur. 

Yet she knew before she could rest her skinny head, she must announce her arrival to the skies...and to the pack of tooth and claw that lay ahead. Lifting her golden skull she gave a low, mournful sound that echoed and bounced off of the valley walls. "If they don't hear that they are no better than babes." The she-wolf of sun grumbled, shaking the dust from her short fur as she settled down. The wait may be long, but wait she shall. Ursus was her last chance, only death awaited her elsewhere.