Bearclaw Valley needlework and seedlings,

open to all bearclaw wolves !! rala needs some friends <3

huntress's paws carried her along the borders, sighting the lands that lay beyond the claim of ancelin and ameline. taking in the scents, viewing what there was to view. marking every so often - digging and scratching and rubbing until her scent, the scent of a newly promised bearclaw wolf, was distinct upon the trees, the stones, the grass.

most of the day was spent marking, proving her loyalty via an exclamation that said: i am here, i am bearclaw. then, when the sun began to rest its' golden head, snowwoman drew herself inwards, towards her make-shift den. fresher, higher-quality materials would have to be scavenged, sometime. and, perhaps she could indulge the dens of other packmates. an idea she would hold on to, compartmentalise in the back of her mind.

for now, nanuralaaq headed towards the more communal zone of the valley, seeking a friendly face. someone to hold a conversation with, she hoped.