Bearclaw Valley Will

Ah, not a leader then.

It is indeed, he answered.

Such a burly fellow as this? What a shame. Well, he makes for a damn fine sentinel, if nothing else.

Winter’s Wake was not capable of being intimidated, but he could recognize strength of body and character when he saw it. He appreciated seeing such admirable qualities in others, from the tiniest glimmer to the neon billboards like this bearguard; they were distinctions he wanted to possess, not in himself but in those he surrounded himself with.

The warden attempted to dismiss the little deviant before turning back to him, stalwart and commanding and boasting of a temperamental nature that just so happened to favor the rogue this fortuitous afternoon. Praise be to the Sibling Fates.

The snowtreader made an innocent face but said nothing:



Wake supposed he should be somewhat grateful to the snotty girl. She could have made things much more difficult for him had she lied.

He nakedly studied the bronze stag, unabashed in his appreciation of the rugged wolf. This would be the second call for leadership, which he sure was not far off now, which gave him time to size up his potential companion and rival.