Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

kids. 
and a woman who spoke a language he did not know.
ancelin held back a moment as his mate moved closer; he watched in quiet admiration as she extended peace right toward the den.
at least one of the pups soothed. ancelin took the moment to inch closer, offering a swing of his tail in greeting, ears sliding back against his head instinctively, to signal safety in the presence of young.
the pale woman received a harder glance, ancelin pulling away and putting himself between the den and stranger. "i don't know what you're saying," he said, shaking his head and taking a step forward. his body was wary but non-aggressive, and to her he offered the same wave of his plume.
"where's their mom, do you think?" ancelin muttered over his shoulder to ameline. the last thing they needed was a shitty woman showing up to rip their faces off over this mystery box of kiddos.