Bearclaw Valley saturn

he walked into his new home. mingled their scents as was only right, so he didn't get...tested by the bear or whatever. he was convinced it was a saying at this point. maybe the bear was like a spirit or concept more than an actual bear come to devour him.

cyril, he offered with a brief flash of a grin that looked out of place on his features. not an expression that was worn often enough or well enough to have any home on his face.