Bearclaw Valley let the light in

tired. goldspun. perhaps a traitor.
as ameline passed her judgement from high throne, ancelin's indigo eyes flickered into relief amid the shadows to the man's left.
they needed hunters. but he was not here to beg or to offer a second chance for the want of teeth. 
and so, as athens cowered, ancelin slowly curved from the brush, cutting off the other's retreat as his mate landed lithely upon the fertile ground.
the melonii eyes lifted to ameline. whatever his queen decreed, the rex would enforce.