Bearclaw Valley But if you’re so smart

Not coming back? Ameline squinted, and opened her mouth to seek clarification when her mate elaborated. All she knew of the Creek was that they were led by a man who was somewhat stiff. Arlette she found likeable enough, though it had been some time since she had visited to collect herbs. 

A blood connection, however, interested her. Tho….That maketh you an’ Akavir…He’th your great uncle? She asked. Hmm, She mused, wondering how this new connection might somehow aid them. Like her mate, she could come up with nothing. 

Well, that’th a thurprithe at leatht. She said. Maybe it might make Akavir a bit less of a stick in the mud, now that he knew he had relatives living in the Valley. If he took some interest in them, they might strengthen their alliance.

She gave him a soft smile when he gave her leave to scout. She moved toward him, to brush her muzzle beneath his own. Perhapth I will…Maybe when one of the girlth ith old enough to travel, I can take one of them with me…Thart trainin’ them tho they can thcout too, thomeday.