Bearclaw Valley oso

The breeze that carried the stranger’s scent into the narrow slot of the valley’s entrance, but it was with the speed and force of a hurricane gale that Ameline moved to intercept. The slope was not to her advantage, but whatever challenge the incline posed, her maternal instinct was much greater. 

She snarled when she spotted the man ahead- picking his way down toward the valley. As she charged toward him, her tail rose, and fangs became bared. With a booming voice, she snarled.

Get out!!