Bearclaw Valley at summit talks you'll hear them speak

Cygnet did not know that the man named Glaukos had such a reputation- and it excited her to think that perhaps now their chance might come- to strike down and kill. She looked past the patchwork man, as if hoping to see the grey target appear so that Akavir could strike him down, so that she could sink her teeth in, and shred him to bits-

But apparently, he had been gone for some time. 

What she gleaned, however, was that Ancelin seemed to have enjoyed the man’s company. Learned from him. Something positive in his voice convinced Cygnet that perhaps he even liked the man. That was troubling, wasn’t it?

Would he shelter the man again, simply so he could learn more about his family? 

He couldn’t be trusted. Cygnet wasn’t even sure she believed that Glaukos wasn’t off in the valley, hiding. 

She uttered a small, skeptical growl, and flexed her paws, hoping her labradorite stare might eventually intimidate the man into spilling the truth about the man’s whereabouts.