Bearclaw Valley eat it up for dinner

a grateful smile adorned her features, and an intrigue filled her gaze as she listened of his grandfather, altars, bones and what she assumed to be a pack by the name of ursus. a faint glimmer of familiarity - her father, and both of her grandfathers had all been chieftains. perhaps this was similar, in a way.

though, before she could open her maw, cole slinked away, back to marking, defending, snowwoman guessed. wordlessly he went, and so she looked back at the lord of the valley, and took in a breath. i would like a tour, her voice a somewhat amused chuckle. if you have things to do, i can find someone else.

either way, rala did not mind, merely wanting to grow familiar with the valley.