Bearclaw Valley Friday Night I Crashed Your Party

"i don't know. he said it was a valley, this way, but not much else. maybe i'm wrong and he's never been here before." ancelin shrugged, though the feeling did not leave him even if he denied it.
"well masque will probably take it then," ancelin commented offhandedly, though he didn't care what avicus did at this point. there was a sense of regret however, that he'd never been close enough with his aunt to ask anything about her past. his past. theirs.
not in a thousand years would he admit he missed her, but he did. not in terms of affection, but constancy; she had been the last member of that bloodline standing. and he had left after all.
melancholy, ancelin sought ameline's comfort, butting his head against her shoulder with a low growl.