Bearclaw Valley asa no mori

Neither concern nor hesitation fueled her words. They flowed like a rushing river full of life, and this allowed Drust an additional level of ease accurately perceiving the lack of danger in their immediate surroundings.

Her water flowed steady, confidently, and not towards the ground as it had in the past. Yet they were intended to convey a message. One the beast was still unable to translate.

His eyes followed her outstretched paw to his bounty and he nodded to her. Walking alongside her as they retraced his former paces back to the hare pair. With a slow sweeping of his enlarged paw, he pushed them towards her.

Looking down at them, and thus at his paws he was reminded of his current state. Dirtied by the soil, and tinged with blood. A stark contrast to his counterpart.

With his other paw he attempted to wipe the dirt off his paw and nose to no avail. He looked toward the nearby pool downstream of the waterfall.