Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

In a slow, calculated motion, his head tilted to the side. His curiousity had piqued, perhaps more than it should have. 

Bearclaw, His words mirror her own. I've not heard the name. But he hadn't heard many, so this wasn't anything new.

A new establishment. It wasn't so much a question, rather a statement. He could tell this land hadn't been inhabited too long, for the telltale sign of territorial claiming here was faint. And how do you fare? They should have fared well. After all, it was a very well protected space. Only one way in, and one way out.