Bearclaw Valley Warm for the winter

She sits herself down as he settles, regarding him with the slight tilt of her head. There must be something. She decides. Nobody truly comes from nothing, after all.

Before Bearclaw, where did you come from? She asks, tail wrapping around herself. It's a simply question, one intended to make him a bit more comfortable.

The place which a wolf comes from is always rather important, whether for the good or bad reasons. Milan knows that all too well.