Bearclaw Valley chamomile

not at all! here have a freakazoid innocent kvar boys

athalia was never one to do what she was told.
sure, at first, she entertained him — ancelin had earned enough of her trust and respect, and she felt safe at his flank, crouching until her knees touched the dirt. there were visitors, or perhaps intruders. she didn't know enough yet to be able to tell.
she listened until she heard the word kvarsheim slip from his lips. something about that name seemed familiar, and the bruingirl felt the age old pull of curiosity. she could see them through the brush; two boys about her age, perhaps a little older, with a strange accent she had never before heard. how peculiar. she leans forward until her nose pokes out from the bush she'd taken to hiding under before she, very suddenly, bursts out into the open — leaving a perhaps stunned ancelin behind.
she stalks over to intercept the boys and gives them a low rumble of amiable greeting, tail swaying and beating at her hocks. hello! friend?