Bearclaw Valley [M] All Wrong

he gravely disapproved of this method, as evidenced by how he stared after athalia. but she was getting fairly good at his standards of tracking, weaving in and out of the shadows, melting into blackness to reappear elsewhere.
you know, all the good rogue stuff, a nod to the dad who'd gone and not come back.
whether or not he factored this consciously into anything, it definitely played into his anxieties about being a Good Father.
and athalia wasn't helping!
he was about to call after her when blood raked into his nostrils, and he quickly put together the equation of the fact she'd killed one of their damn deer.
and so he had no issue striding past athalia to thrust his feral face into the greytoned features of the other. "i'd drop that now."
their borders weren't many, but they were noticeable. he wet his jaws, waiting for the interloper to speak as he tried to convey to the bearclaw girl that this is how intruders needed to be treated.