Bearclaw Valley [M] Ursa Major

the hunter's legs twitched, for in his dreams he chased a great black wolf through the primordial forest of bearclaw.
the beast turned sharply, raking at ancelin with sharp teeth and hard claws; white flashed, but it was not the harshness of pain, only a deep and thundering thrill —
"— huh!? what!?" he mumbled in alarm, on his feet with hackles bristling before he was even able to fully open his eyes. he stared off in all directions, blinking rapidly with a steady growl growing in his chest.