Bearclaw Valley kashikoi kawa

the green moss and hues of red did a great deal visually to soothe ancelin. he watched in open curiosity at keiko's quick, deft movements. when she suggested she join him, the bearclaw hunter did so.
ancelin may have not understood her words, but he comprehended that this was a time of reverence, and so bowed his head beneath the ancient overhang of the trees as her voice went on.