Bearclaw Valley Thump, Thump, Thump

Her tail began a gentle wave at the mention of safety. Only one entrance - that certainly was appealing. She nearly asked to stay in BearClaw on the spot. "I see. What sort of wolves do you take in?"

She followed after Ameline, her steps careful to mirror hers. The valley was rather pretty - though anywhere looked pretty in autumn. The red and orange leaves always did the trick.

She did wonder what gave the valley it's name - 'BearClaw' but she was afraid to ask.