Bearclaw Valley at summit talks you'll hear them speak

Minutes after the man’s long shadow passed cedar and poplar, the Bob-tailed adolescent stalked forward, keen to find out what mission Akavir was going on- without asking. She followed his scent, pausing periodically to see if he was within sight or earshot- and continued only when she was certain her pursuit would not be noticed. 

She heard him call out, and drew warily forward, noticing the scent of another pack in the area. When she caught sight of Akavir, a man with a marbled coat drew closer. She fixated on the claw tangled in the fur of his chest; how strange.

Words were spoken, but Cygnet didn’t hang back to offer privacy. 

She prowled forward to stand at Akavir’s side, wordless. Expressionless, she kept the bear-claw man in a quiet side-eye, while she kept one ear flicked toward her leader.