Bearclaw Valley flying high

The cue was appreciated, and what she took from the situation was that Cole felt comfortable reminding a newcomer to have manners, and that Tvar could be easily corrected. His humility was a relief- not all wolves took so well to being pushed around, or showing respect to a wolf while knowing nothing about them but their reputation. Cole had obviously spoken well of her, and of Bearclaw Valley; all she had to do now was fill those expectations. 

She had to wonder if the two knew each other. Like Cole, Tvar seemed to have a muddy recollection of his past. She felt lightly suspicious that they might have come from a similar situation- but she had already given Cole a pass, and no harm had come to them. No one had come looking to collect a debt, or seek revenge- so why not one more? She was not so paranoid as to entertain the idea that this might one day lead to a coup d'état but she was intelligent enough to realize that there might be more to the pair that her eyes told her. 

Well, yuh future ith what matterth at thith point, She said, Tho long ath the patht don't come hunting for you, A wry smile given, but a gleam in her eyes suggested that the pack would not tolerate war, should it be brought to their doorstep on his account. Murmurs of such things had spread throughout the hunt, and she had chosen not to get involved. We could uthe anothuh guardian, which will put you in Cole'th pawth, She said, looking to the man who had been appointed as their guard. The chance for him to earn a future promotion would depend on his ability to manage others on their patrols and sentry duties. But if you ever want to exthplore another trade, She shrugged. You jutht let me, or my mate Anthuhlin, know. Got it?