Bearclaw Valley at your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

Obedient he was quick to follow at her heels. Beyond the threshold, there the claws of the valley gripped around him.

Don't leave. Don't go. Stay. Be healed.

His blood ran cold but not with horror. With some sickly realization that he had no clue what he might be molded into by a place called Bearclaw, but he prayed it gave him strength. That some part of that was imbedded into him.

Athens.

Would he always just be Athens? No matter how much he changed that name would be there, branded across him.

A deep inhale and exhale as he took in the world around him. Everything that would become his new cologne in time.