Bearclaw Valley chamomile

hope u dont mind the PP that shes with him, lmk <3

"keep close," ancelin growled to @Athalia. as a skilled tracker of all things, including those wolven, he had set about passing this craft directly to the chosen daughter oft the bearvale. amneris had gone, and while they had looked for her, she had left with enough slight of hand that it was as if she had melted away.
but he had learned much from such trails.
"kvarsheim," he whispered next. the primal forest with its armloads of cold ferns was thinning as they came toward the entrance of the valley, but ancelin did not yet wish to be seen. he kept well back in the shadows which poured just beyond the sentinel-stone, watching the two young wolves sing out for the audience of the valley dwellers.