Bearclaw Valley ei ei, what this nicht is long

a slight, rangy young man appeared, about the same age as surya himself. the unfamiliar wolf seemed to lack the sharp, feral edges of the others he'd met here, and he gave him a wary emerald stare, nostrils flaring ever-so-slightly.

no, not an intruder. not this far into the valley—and besides, he was wreathed in ursus scent.

thanks, he replied, one corner of his mouth turning up at the nervous praise. it is a song of my family—i learned it when i was a boy.

this seemed odd. no one else in the valley appeared interested in songs. but if it lifted his spirits, at least somewhat, he would welcome it. and at least he felt at ease for the first time in days. i'm surya, he went on, then lifted his chin and brows in brief, obvious inquiry. aur tum?