Bearclaw Valley Goldilocks

Feel free to skip Drust unless he's addressed :)

The gathering of wolves ensued and there were many parties to consider. It was difficult enough to decipher the intentions of one familiar face let alone multiple unfamiliar ones.

He stayed to the back of the group observing and making what inferences he could. The conversation seemed formal and respectful enough until the young Athalia crept out from the shadows with her hackles raised to the large dark male. Drust's muscles tensed under his burly body, but Ancelin's response did not appear concerned.

Of the group, Drust had been in the valley the longest, never imposing himself on others and keeping much to himself. Was that to change?