Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

The name had a reputation- and a history with the valley, which was something Ameline was prepared to embrace, should it bring them any measure of skepticism. The dark wolf, however, seemed unfamiliar with it, which came as a comfort. He did not bring bias with him, and there was no jab in his words when he asked of the pack's wellbeing. 

"It ith," She confirmed. "We're doing alright. My mate an' I thettled here two monthth or tho ago; we found a pair of orphanth, an' took them in; thith plathe giveth uth everythin' we needed. Got uth another packmate too, tho...We'uh gettin' by," She said. Drust made for a formidable ally; a few others had come and left, but even with just the five of them, she felt they lived well enough. Her eyes roved over his frame again. "Where'uh you comin' from?"