Bearclaw Valley lockbox

For @Tvar!

No more laying around. No more waiting.

If Athella wanted to make any headway on her training, then she might as well start now. She may lack formal experience, but she did have several advantages already. Three sisters with whom she had grown up practicing. Knife edge instincts and unwavering focus. Strong genetics. And hours spent on patrol with either of her parents.

Coming into her own, all of this meant nothing if she failed to step up. Taking matters into her own paws, just hours after the sun had risen, she set off through the snow laden valley. A dark, lone figure in a pack of many. She skirted to the borders and began her patrol. Laying down her scent with others of the pack. Refreshing where the scent faded. Letting all know in no uncertain terms, that this was Bearclaw's land.