Bearclaw Valley oso

at @Juárez’s bidding he heads north. 

he passes out though an arroyo carved through the beaming mouth of a canyon. up through scrubland, then pass a silvery plain that turns verdant at the fringes. 

eventually he’s in green territory. the scent of wolves thread with bear, and he’s now at the foot of a great valley ensconced in stones. 

he can smell chicory and grass-sage, the two herbs he needs most. 

sniffing at a stale deposit, soto enters the valley.