Bearclaw Valley Dävé

Please let @Richie post first

After some debate with Richie, Dave led the way to the pack they'd smelled nearby. He liked his friend. His company was nice. But damn, he missed being in a pack. Being able to wander in any direction and find some poor soul to subject to whatever whim struck him at the time. He valued Richie too much to terrorize him, which was what he was really craving. So, to the bear cult they went! Not that either of them knew they were walking into a cult.
He stopped at the border, and peered past it with tail waving in excitement. Having been raised in a rather unconventional setting, Dave lacked any knowledge of the concept of really, truly howling like a wolf should. So when he sent up his version of a call, it was a garbled, drawn out DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE...