Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

long patrol carried him to the once-meeting spot of ursus.
in summer it would be dappled with deep purple-blue flowers, streaked in sunlight. for now it remained a pretty meadow of winterizing grass, grazed here and there by resident elk.
for a moment ancelin shut his eyes, a king beneath the cold light of his kingdom.
but who ruled here indeed was queen, and he smiled as her face came to his mind, heart swooning as he seemed to walk more lightly upon the earth.