Bearclaw Valley eat it up for dinner

Before the Rex, Cole lowered himself in respect. This was the lord of the valley, equal in nature to the Regina. He held the same respect for the male, maybe even more for providing for his family in these harsh conditions.

He cast a sidelong glance towards Rala, then, waiting to see what she could do. Cole never had a habit of speaking out of turn. The polar cub could speak for herself, just as she had before him on the borders.

The bullet did wonder what she possessed beneath her thick coat. The gang of Bearclaw wolves weren't so pristine as she made herself out to be— Ancelin's tossled, wild fur; Cole's tattered, stocky form— weren't exactly picturesque.