Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

ancelin stepped from the long shadows across the path of the man. he didn't like how the stranger wasn't taking ameline seriously, but more than that, the rogue in ancelin saw how he moved.
he'd been born here.
"what is ursus?" he asked in deadly calm, the melonii indigo eyes glinting as his teeth glimmered in a horrendous parody of a grin. the man was big, huge even, but he was standing in the territory clouded by ameline's scent, and they was enough to slowly bring his hackles prickling.