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

Sven was born to trusting parents. Parents who saw the good in the many. But unfortunately in his youth and abandonment. He had learned that life was not always fair. And not everyone looked out for you. In some cases many would do you harm.

He saw this and knew this. But he still held faith that the wolves of bear claw had his packs best interests at heart at least as allies.

A nod yes. I am Sven. We have met Anceline and Athalia. We promised a hunt or food.

He dipped his muzzle and stepped away from the ducks.