Bearclaw Valley Problems do have solutions, you know

the purple-eyed boy nodded at that, as if digesting; he fell into a comfortable silence, one he only broke to say, "it can be your home again." there was no reason that glaukos couldn't come back if he wanted, even to a place that held what sounded like pretty bad memories.
"wanna hunt?" he asked next, needing to dispel the tension for his own sake if nothing else.
a grin, a tip of his head. c'mon.