Bearclaw Valley woe.

Being nice. 

She wondered how she might have received that bit of advice a year ago, when she had been wild and hungry for a fight. She had enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, and the surge of energy she got during a fight- but she had spent time nursing wounds and limping around the borders for weeks from injuries...And she found that she did not miss the pain. Once, in her life, she had had to prove herself by inflicting pain on others- now, though, she could stand tall, and be whoever it was that she chose to be simply because she was in charge. 

Ancelin was too; and it seemed that they would be doing things differently. 

He flirted with her and she laughed, pushing him away playfully with a teasing shove of her paw before she collapsed against him, burrowing the crown of her head into the thick fur of his ruff with a chuckle.