Bearclaw Valley venus

It was a little bit of a trek to rivenwood from mosskeep, which would give the bruin-heart the opportunity to get to know the skeptic a little more. The wounded part of her still shied away from trusting anyone other than Aves, but this place would always draw loners, and they couldn't turn away everyone, especially if she was to bring child—she cut of the thought before her brain could finish it; she did not want to think about that right now. Already, the bruin-jaw was distant, and she feared what he would do if it turned out she was pregn—no, she told herself; she couldn't go there today. 

She wanted to know more of Cyril. How long were you alone before you found us, she asked, her gaze shifting to him while she spoke but settling back on the ground in front of them once she was done. They had passed the small lake outside the healing den, and now they were moving through trees. She was quiet for now, waiting to hear his answer.