Bearclaw Valley → Nothing is lost,

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There was a rumbling of discontent and internal drama within the creek. @Lestan’s howl had perturbed the man, but he allowed his distant cousin the space and peace he needed to tend to whatever ailed him internally. @Reverie, however, was at best a creature he would perhaps never understand—and when her own howl had went out and her scent drifted past the borders, Akavir also allowed her the same leniency, but not without a hint of worry.

So while he did not follow after the young couple, he instead strode inward of the valley, away from the mountains and with consideration. He could not go far—@Jakoul and the pups would be waiting his return, but he had promised Riverclan an elk hunt and would need to make good on his word soon.

So when he came within the walls of a small vale enclosed and two strangers—he gave pause, pale champagne eyes studying them both for a moment and their oncoming interaction. Perhaps, this was a better find than elk—for the creek also needed to flourish, and it would be a lie to say he wasn’t looking to bolster their numbers.

Particularly when two of his own had gone AWOL.