Bearclaw Valley Warm for the winter

For a moment she only blinked as he spoke. Her paws shifted below her in an effort to aid her discomfort. Milana. She returned the introduction in light of his question. I'm Bearclaws Visor. It was still odd to say, yet satisfying to know that she had found herself a role.

I can be on my way if I'm intruding - I was nearly done, really. She wouldn't want to interrupt any potential naps after all, that could be quite the pain for him.

Briefly she glanced to the exit behind him - a force of habit.