Bearclaw Valley Will

The first shadow to appear through the snowmist turned out to be a child. This was alarming, for several reasons, not least of which he had no desire to be caught alone with a pup that did not belong to him so near to its pack and inevitable reinforcements. He lifted his muzzle, scenting the air for more company, but for now only the girl’s scent carried through the icy fog.

Winter’s Wake casually took several paces back, retreating a step for every two the girl advanced. He would give her well space enough to investigate the deal badger if she so desired, but the last thing he wanted was to appear as a threat to her.

He studied her while maintaining his distance, noting the greystone of her fur, scorched ravenblack in places and smudged ruddy in others, most notably upon her crown.

I am looking for the leaders here, he called to her, artfully preying on a child’s typical desire to be involved and treated without kid gloves. Can I trust you to deliver a message to them for me?