Bearclaw Valley oso

The man stiffens- Ameline watched, expecting the coy wolf to turn and leave, tail tucked. She would pursue, of course- it felt thrilling to run again, and with such purpose- but even more exhilarating still is the fact that he holds his ground, and invites her fury. 

Ameline gathers herself, slowing her pace to increase her accuracy, knowing that a careful side-step on the man’s behalf could cut her down if she hurtled toward him unchecked. 

Closing the space between them, she zig-zagged, each bound sending up a bouquet of dried petals and dust. Her warcry lifted and reverberated down the walls of the valley, surrounding them in much the same way that the Bearclaws now surrounded their trespasser. 

From behind the man came her husband- as valiant and terrifying as the knight she had always asked him to be. 

With a crouch and a snap of her jaws, she leapt toward the male to welcome him into battle.