Bearclaw Valley saturn

Aventus, he said right after his wife had given her name. He leaned into her gentle touch against his jaw, and yearned to follow her wherever she went, but he had his own duties. Paranoia had a tight grip on him these days. There was only a small stretch of borders to man thanks to the high walls of the valley. That had always been enough for Aventus to feel secure, but not anymore.

You may find me patrolling if you need me, but I will leave you to check out the valley for yourself, he told Cyril before peeling away to his own perceived duties. The valley was safe. The valley was secure. But he had to check one more time, just to be certain. It was always one more time, ever since smacking his head.