Bearclaw Valley who among you will be able to stand?

the indigo gaze watched every twitch and flicker and purse of ameline's expression, perhaps how his unknown grandmother had once watched his unknown grandfather with a searing love that missed no detail.
ancelin had learned that with her he did not need to defend, nor debate; their discussions had always been calm if passionate beneath the surface, and this consistency had led him to be less fractious in turn. only for her.
ameline judged sariel to be worth their time on the condition they were bound here. ancelin proclaimed his delight with her decision using a single flag of his tail.
"i know you see how we're — new here.," vulnerable, "in a place we weren't — this wasn't in the cards. so i figure as long as we're here, we gotta build some kind of presence. something united." obedience to them was that unity, in his mind.
as it turned out, they weren't for it, and soon he was beside ameline, watching the stranger leave.