Bearclaw Valley at summit talks you'll hear them speak

Cygnet and his thoughts were much the same—assumed as such by the rumbling growl that loosed past her lips—and Akavir took a moment to study the shine of the other man’s strangely hued eyes—the pleasure that seemed to float on his words.

But Ancelin also offered information that could be vital in the adjustment of his hunt—and willingly, which did not instantly place the man as untrustworthy in this endeavor to the creek wolf. Why offer so much information, if he would aim to protect the mountain wolf in the end?

Unless Ancelin was tucking him safely inside his Bearclaw Valley.

“So he’s related to you? Who are your grandparents?”