Bearclaw Valley Slow going, but here I stand

with the witch attack on his territory, akavir's threat in his head, and the continued silence of kvarsheim, ancelin had a lot to contemplate.
the man's call intrigued him. he followed the thin paths through the primeval trees, keeping to the shadowed places as his unique coloration broke up the lines of a body made strong by the richness of his valley.
a man was there, a kind-eyed man with a commanding presence and several intriguing things at his feet. he was greeted by ancelin's sudden and unannounced approach; the rex materialized with a sharp grin. "this is bearclaw valley. i'm ancelin. who might you be?"