Bearclaw Valley But you know that when the truth gets told

A few moments of studying the young woman reassured Ameline that she wasn’t a likely threat. Red wolves were a smaller subspecies, and she had a youthfulness to her features that led the Regina to guess she was a yearling. Still- yearlings could be fierce; and the one before her bore not only scars, but a floppy ear, possibly from broken cartilage. Had she been provoked or attacked? The woman’s cautious mien hinted at the latter.

Hullo, She greeted, casual but with some intensity. After all- this was her turf. Thith ith Bearclaw territory, She advised. You lookin’ for thomethin, or jutht pathin’ by?