Bearclaw Valley Thump, Thump, Thump

From the heights of her moral ground, Ameline chose to extend mercy to the woman who seemed palpable. She was in need, and Ameline had the means to offer a fix for her situation; having established dominance, now all she had to do was win the woman’s loyalty.

I believe you, the gracious leader said with a sweeping motion of her paw, inviting the woman to rise. I am Ameline, leaduh of Bearclaw Valley. I can take you to a dry plathe to retht, fin’ you thomethin’ to eat. She would begin leading the soggy woman toward the valley, if she would follow.