Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

His silver gaze was cool, but the lift of his head warranted a slight curl of her lip. Peaceful, she reminded herself, though she didn't allow the thought to bend her posture or soften it like a willow. She maintained her position, but tried to soften the muscles around eyes which, she didn't realize, had begun to squint. 

He sought an answer, rather than simply insisting that he barge past her, a sign that perhaps he could be reasonable. She nodded once. "It ith claimed," She stated. The warmth of her protective nature spilled into her voice; the Bearclaw claim wasn't something born of greed, but out of the necessity to have a safe place for the girls to grow. She welcomed those who would learn that the valley had already been found and taken by the small, but growing family; his curiosity was appreciated. "We call it Bearclaw Valley," She told him. The corner of her lip quirked. "And I'm Ameline Bearclaw."