Bearclaw Valley That the past is real II

”Thankth,” She said with a slight smile. Arric was friendly, accommodating. Exactly the sort of wolf who would make for a good neighbour- or an excellent packmate. 

She wondered where she might prefer him- and decided she would think on it, later. Perhaps there might be some way to make Bearclaw Valley an inviting home for him and his mate- especially if she so desired the herbs that grew there so plentifully. 

Any devious thoughts slipped from her mind, however, to hear of the orphan Cygnet. So much like me, She thought. ”Thoundth like she’th had it tough.” She didn’t like the girl’s name, but she knew that strong-willed orphan girls could be a force to be reckoned with. 

”Our girlth were orphaned too. They’re quiet, but very bright. It might take them all thome time to warm up to one anothuh,” She admitted. The girls had been sheltered, she thought- but well cared for. ”Well, why don’t you an’ your Mithuth thtop by, thee what we got growin’ an’ then well thet up a time for a hunt an’ a meet an’ greet for the girlth?”