Bearclaw Valley That I'm not the carefullest of girls

Hearing snarls and growls drew Ameline’s attention, when she realized swiftly that only one voice was familiar and belonged to the man who had last been on sentry duty. She galloped for the passageway that led her from the pack’s shielded heart, bearing down on the two figured entangled in combat. 

Cole’s opponent was a fraction of his size, but by the shape of her, Ameline could tell she had been through some rough eras. She now faced another- being met with the brute strength of the Bearclaw guard and the sharp, swift fangs of the Regina who snaked forward and snapped for the woman’s ruff.