Bearclaw Valley Will

droplets of water flung from ancelin's chin as he lifted his head from deep drinking. eyes narrowed toward the call, and soon he was coursing along in a fairweather trot which found the guardian's trail. he had thought ameline was closer, but was not chagrined.
any stranger treated to the rex's appearance would find a bedlamite, a pagan god; he wore tiny bones caught in the weft of his shoulders and the bearclaw glinted on his proud chest. unkempt, his pelt had started to fall in shaggier locks, but the eyes denied what the body might say.
danger in the bear-man, who watched the stranger stare at cole for a moment. he treated the newcomer to a toothy grin which did not reach his eyes. "have you come to join our kingdom?" ancelin asked, stepping to the guardian's side and letting his own stare do the drinking of detail for a moment.