Bearclaw Valley at summit talks you'll hear them speak

the call was not one expected. ancelin raised his muzzle from where he was allowing one or more of his daughters to maul him with their sharpening teeth, hissing a little in pain as he more firmly detached the bitier of the lot.
"stay here," he growled, hoping athalia would see fit to keep even a cryptid's watch over her little sisters. he glared deeply into all four pairs of eyes before stalking off into the woodland in search of a shadowed trail to the valley's sole entrance.
ancelin materialized along the red path. "akavir." halting some feet away, the young hunter's shrewd indigo eyes flicked over the man's bearing. serious business? "what can i do for you?"