Bearclaw Valley eat it up for dinner

today would be ancelin, sap-stained tousle-haired, shaggy bear-lord of the woodland over which his much more attractive counterpart had made her throne.
the bearclaw held in knotted fur at his chest caught the light before his eyes, before indigo glowing became his scarred face and the vaguely mocking grin he oft wore.
melonii-stare scanned the newcomer and then back to cole. "well. what can you do?" he asked in a voice now edged with the rasp of disuse. ancelin was not forceful, only firm as winter went on.