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

A trio of littermates- Ameline wondered if her girls might one day do the same, should they managed to find a way to lead together. Not an easy task for for siblings, as Sven confessed; his sister had not taken well to the suggestion, it seemed, and she chuffed in sympathy. "Well," She said, with a quiet sigh. "You jutht do the betht you can," She said, with a slight shrug of her shoulder. "We're kind of the thame, here. Thmall...But thtickin' together the betht we can." Like Sven, her tone carried the weighty knowledge of the effort it took to keep even a small pack up and running. 

She couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about going to Kvarsheim, and trying to convince them to disband and join Bearclaw. Sven and his brothers were just trying to make a living, the same way she was. 

"Did you three found the pack together, or did you take ovuh for thomeone?" She asked, curious about Kvarsheim's history.