Bearclaw Valley with sincerity, there is virtue

'Yokatta' He did not know the meaning of the word but in that moment he thought it had been the sweetest babble to come from her lips. The tone lifting along with the corners of her mouth. An infectious smile filling him up, even after such a delectable meal. And the feeling only continued as she comprehended his offering and accepted.

She finished her meal and carried their platter to the water's edge. With a respectful distance between them, he planted his paws firmly into the soil he again shook his coat, this time without showering his companion.

Large claws scrapped against the ground as he stretched out in a deep bow, closing his eyes as he hit the sweet spot.

Opening his eyes she appeared before him again and gestured to the bed of ferns. He rose from the ground, previously looking up at her in his bow, now looking down standing before her.

He turned to face the bed and cautiously hovered a paw over the strategically placed foliage. Another work of art he felt hesitant to ruin. Then he slowly dropped his paw, allowing it to be pressed into the bed.

For a moment he turned his head to look at her in surprise.

Then, a small pause, before the bear rolled into the bed, falling into it like a timbered tree. The coziest thing he'd laid on. Sooo soft. Mysteriously so. And his chest rumbled like a purring motor in delight.

Sprawling himself out, the edges of the bed expanded and he curled up to one side. A portion of the bed unoccupied at his side.