Bearclaw Valley not everyone gets to die and that's just how it will be

a call. brisk and important, he couldn't ignore them. not that he even wanted to but...hypothetically. he plucked his way across ursus from the garden he had started with arielle to where aventus had called. paws tinted with churned soil.

he looked upon the leading pair with some semblance of fondness. then looked around some too. wondering if miss-too-fat-to-travel would bother to waddle her way out here today. he tried to imagine how much better it would look if she didn't.