Bearclaw Valley Send Me A Sign!

She had been ordered to protect the valley, and that she would do. When an unfamiliar scent was carried by the wind, she would investigate.

The intruder was not hard to spot - standing out among the orange and yellow leaves, only further illuminated by the bright sun. She approached, but did not carry the confident stance of a border guard.

Pausing next to the wolf, her head leaned down - whispering so as not to startle them too much. "Excuse me?"

"Are you a member of Bearclaw Valley?"

Yes, it was easy to tell that border guarding was not where Milan's expertise laid. She was a bit too.. gentle, with her approach.