Bearclaw Valley axe

athalia pranced around them and ancelin glittered at her with the pride of a father. "when the skin and the feathers come off," he said, stooping to give the small find a good sniff, "i bet you can wear it, like this." 
ancelin showed her the bearclaw tangled tightly into the fur at his chest. "ameline gave it to me," he went on, glancing up in adoration toward his mate.