Bearclaw Valley as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

athalia was beside him in the span of a moment; ancelin was boldened by this and pressed forward into bloodier purchase with unrelenting teeth.
the only thing that stayed him was his daughter's name in that shouting mouth.
blood cold, flaring to heat, ancelin drew up with a snarl and a snap, a hard shove that said talk or die.
tail waving, he would allow athalia to mete out whatever she felt was best despite his own pause, intervening only with a growl if she did not break away from the mauling.
just for now.