Bearclaw Valley at summit talks you'll hear them speak

glaukos. ancelin's frown appeared at the tail end of akavir's words, and he stared almost unseeing at the younger creek wolf who had joined her leader.
"he was here. real big guy, kinda grey? i haven't seen him in almost three months." and he wouldn't have dared say shit like that to ameline. she'd have ripped his throat out and then we would have buried him here.
now that the valley was home to multiple daughters, the 'role of women' without elaboration had ancelin in his thoughts. "when did all this happen?" glaukos had reconnected him, them all, to the legacy of the bearclaws. but knowing he'd been blinding girls and knocking the teeth out of women made him sick. he remembered avicus, after all.