Wapun Meadow oh aberdeen, you've been calling to me

he knew this man. there had been an honest desire in ancelin to find a new home for his small family. but the valley provided so very much. amneris and athalia were happy there. why should they leave? they could take their hunting grounds somewhere else, maybe even the taiga if need be.
ancelin watched from his perch atop the sentinel stone, but for once did not approach in aggression. the indigo eyes were firm, however, missing nothing, including the smear of silver which quickly retreated.