Bearclaw Valley Goldilocks

awash in a buttery light and painted with gold, the queen of bearclaw valley and the bearchildren at her paws painted a beautified picture of promise and health. 
ameline was fiercely royal, as she had always meant to be. but ancelin had never aspired to princeliness, let alone the status of a king; he was forevermore her knight.
taking up a proud pose to her right, ancelin drew a more stark image: he had taken the time to clean sap and needles from his multihued pelt, and the bearclaw tangled into the matted fur of his chest gleamed from its perch.
tiny bones glinted from their places along his shoulders, his chest, his cheeks.
a long thwack of his tail sent a thousand golden wings to fluttering, and ancelin grinned both for himself and for ameline as bearclaw gathered.