Bearclaw Valley chamomile

Sven knew his way of life was to support his siblings. He wasn't strong like Ujurak or sweet and empathetic like Kristjan and he definitely wasn't as ballsy and crazy as Astrid. So he had difficulty at first, realizing where he fit. Until he realized one day, he was support. He was the spare in a sense. There to do what needed done, so they had an easier go of it and that was alright. It fit the humble wishes of his mother for him.

So when his soft hearted brother, with fur as bright as foxes down. Colors of both their parents asked him for escort. He happily obliged. It was strange the contrasts of their pelts and were no one to know them. Siblings they wouldn't think they were.

So one dark and one light stepped out.

Sven turned hia freckled face towards his brother a small smile. 

I hope they are nice. Most in this valley are. But maybe they have some warriors or hunters we could learn from?