Bearclaw Valley at summit talks you'll hear them speak

Ancelin was quick to respond—a well guarded and maintained border. He had known they sought to create space to raise their family here—and as the wisteria-gaze of the man fell upon him, Akavir felt emboldened in this movement of a more diplomatic approach—maybe he didn’t need warriors at his back for this moment.

Maybe this was what personal growth looked like, or some shit…

“Ancelin,” he began, and that was when an ear flickered to sound of pawfalls—Cygnet sidling up next to him, silent, stoical—and yet somehow looking like the cat that ate the canary.

Little shit.

He held back his amusement, clearing his throat before turning his eyes once more to the regal before him—cutting straight to the chase: “A large, dark wolf with dark eyes came near our territory in the spring. He had an interesting take on the role of women… and injured my daughter deeply. He took her eyesight.” His eyes perused the man before him—watching, a brow arching. “We found the pack he had come from. He had knocked some of the teeth out of a she-wolf there prior to leaving. It’s been brought to our attention he might be harbored here.”

A pause—direct. “I thought you might want to know, for the safety of your family.”