Bearclaw Valley Send Me A Sign!

"Milana, you say? It suites you." She nodded, seemingly more so to herself than the person in front of her. "I’m Inaira. Named after a great chief from up North. My grandmother, Inaira the great." An unnecessarily long intro. The way she’d been taught to introduce herself back home. 

"Anyhow, that’s far besides the point. If you got lost too it means we’re either both dumb — no offense — or this stupid valley is way too confusing for its own good." An exasperated sigh followed the sentences. Who names a valley after a bear anyway? It all seemed rather dumb to her. Probably only her.