Bearclaw Valley saturn

Arielle, she offered in return. She would allow Aves to introduce himself before continuing. 

She allowed the brush of the skeptics fur against hers, then she turned to Cyril. Once you feel settled, come find me; we have much to discuss. She wasn't offering him a choice. If he proved to be a traitor bound to rot in stillrift, she wanted to get as much information from him as possible. 

That was all she had to say to him for now. Excitement welled up in her chest and she released it by reaching up and brushing her muzzle through the dark fur of the bruin-jaw's neck. 

She had work to do in mosskeep; maybe her mate would join her. 

last from me <3