Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

a coven of powerful witches.
ancelin exchanged a look with ameline and kept right up with this stranger, now putting a respectful buffer of space between he and the giant as his interest grew.
followers of now dead gods.
his father hadn't said anything about this; ancelin's brow furrowed deeply. "aventus. do you know that name?"
it felt awkward in his mouth; the young bearclaw couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken his dad's name aloud. indigo eyes studied the stranger and then ameline; he shot a smirk her way, jerking his chin up in a manner that said i see you, hottie.
but there was more here, more to know. more than what the man said. ancelin could see it in the way the man's stare had become leaden with memory. for a moment, the threat sat suspended over the stranger's head. "aventus," he said again, voice firming.