Bearclaw Valley institutionalized

How could being short possibly be of use? His size did him no favors when this woman and her pack tore down rivenwood’s door. Maybe if he’d been big — like Mahler was — things would be different.
But he wasn’t a large, chiseled warrior. Just an overgrown pup with no hope of escape.
He sure as hell couldn’t escape Æsilfír’s endless chatter.
Abel put his paws over his head. That’s even more dumb than an old hag,, he groaned. He was already sick of this story too. Green man… men can’t be green. That’s stupid.