Bearclaw Valley rubix

For @Cole!

Bearclaw was growing. Their numbers swelled. This was a good thing. With more able bodies, came strength. Strength to defend would be rivals. The muscle to take down larger prey to feed hungry mouths. But only for the worthy. Bearclaw had no place for weakness. No place for slackers. 

Even as a child born into the valley kingdom by birthright, Athella pulled her weight. Fought for her place. Nothing here was handed out freely. If she were to live up to the status and reputation of her parents, she would have to prove her mettle. 

Laid out on the sentinel stone facing the mouth of the valley, sharp honey eyes scanned the distant perimeter. Watching for movement. Smelling for any scents out of place. As the gently falling snow dotted her timber fur, she stayed fixated.

She had long since decided on what her role would be. Now, it was time to train.