Bearclaw Valley i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day

on edge and high-footed, the feral rex stole along the shadowline in a tongue-lolling trot.
his indigo eyes peered through the foliage, finding the figure with the green tang to her aura.
she'd called and so after a moment ancelin slid from the primeval leaves to regard her with a teeth-flashing grin, cold without a hint of welcome.
yet the melonii stare was curious, fiercely so. "this is bearclaw valley. i'm ancelin. you rang?"
don't come any closer, his tail telegraphed with a sideways lash, nostrils drinking in that odd tint once more and labeling it unknown enough to keep her back.