Bearclaw Valley flying high

Tvar. She was always relieved when she met wolves whose names she could pronounce. Cole seemed to think he would be a good fit, though it ruffled Ameline somewhat to see the man straighten, and make himself taller, rather than bowing his head in a greeting. His eyes found hers, and the longer he kept his gaze, the colder hers would become.

His words, however, were flattering. Perhaps he wasn’t as proud as she thought, and the tone of his voice seemed earnest enough. He seemed to believe in their values, to the point where she believed he felt relieved to have found such a place. 

Loyalty ain’t a little thing, She responded. It’th thomethin’ we value here; if you do truly come with loyalty, then it will be proven with time. Her gaze was slightly warmer now, and her tone brightened. If Cole voucheth for you, you will begin ath a Claw; it’th our rank for joinerth. She explained, sparing a glance for the man who might confirm Tvar’s integrity. You have any particular thkillth I should know about?