Bearclaw Valley In dewy heads of the young, nothing will fail

Ameline was on her way to the valley’s lone entrance when a howl met her ears. It was a voice she was not sure she recognized- but an accent that did sound somewhat familiar. She uttered a call for @Ancelin so he might know she was attending the summons. 

She and her husband managed, shifting between their roles as parents as well as guardians of the valley- which was protected by the nature of the landscape. Any attempt at crossing the borders would result in a plummet and certain death. 

So they were left to mind the one place where one could safely enter or exit and rise up into the Rising Sun Valley. The narrow passage was marked daily by the Bearclaws, and while they could no longer afford to have a wolf on watch on the sentry stone at the passage’s entrance at all times, they made sure that their markings were clear.

She squinted at the wolf who had come and called for them. He had a friendly mien, and at his feet lay a pile of ducks. An offering, she wondered? Or a temptation.

She eyed him for a moment; had Bearclaw gained more guardians and hunters, she might have bolted toward him to chase him off and steal his kills. The mere thought of it raised her heart-rate. He would be easy to flip and pin, she thought; it had been too long since she’d had a good fight…

From Kvarsheim, right? She asked. His scent was familiar to her now, as was his face- but she couldn’t remember if it was this wolf she’d met, or a brother of his. Nice of you to come with food, She said, her tone lightly joking.