Bearclaw Valley Who you gonna call?

Lo and behold, the girl found herself with what she immediately assumed was a sort of welcome wagon. Well, at least if she had a pack she would have a welcome wagon. Maybe with a small trinket for new members to ward off evil. It was an essential for any den.

Selena giggled softly at the joke as her thoughts of a hypothetical pack rolled down a steep hill and crashed into a rock when there was a follow up question. "The spirits told me to come." Selena's soft voice spoke matter of factly, proud of her beliefs. "I think this is the place I am meant to be. I get a good vibe here." The dark wolf trailed off to take in the valley once more before looking into the older woman's cloudy eyes with wonder. "Where am I?"