Bearclaw Valley Friday Night I Crashed Your Party

ancelin had settled into the role of a provider more easily than he had thought he would.
nothing had expected him to find a pair of wolf kids hanging out here, or a woman who couldn't share their common tongue. 
it was ironically the rise which had prepared ancelin to hunt well, to guard, to answer instinct. food was needed and so he found it for them.
there was also the vague sensation which had not left, that he knew them somehow. ancelin tried not to spend any time on this, though it did crop up at night no matter what he did.
his mate was up early. ancelin yawned and padded after her, nipping at ameline's tail with a tired grin. "we're supposed to be on vacation, you know."