Bearclaw Valley cigarettebud

She toyed with the prospect of adding more bones to the entrance of the valley,  but ruefully found herself growing sour about the idea, knowing that they were absolutely patrolling and marking enough to field off intruders. Perhaps it was time to lay down the law with all of Bearclaw- so that such a blunder might never happen again. They couldn’t be roaming out into the wilderness and letting strangers think they could waltz in just because they knew someone.

She was searching for Cole, only to find herself being tracked. She stiffened and bared her teeth as she heard someone approaching, to bare more in a grin once she caught sight of him. 

She relaxed her shoulders and turned toward him, looking momentarily into his gaze with fondness before she sought out the bite marks left on his face. She sighed and clicked her tongue. Thutch a fuckaround. She commented, referencing the trespasser. Jeethe, can’t even convinthe a trethpather that they’re doin’ thomethin thtupid without them tryin’ to plead their cathe. 

She moved to touch noses with him, still somewhat unwilling to come too close with him, knowing the changes brewing within herself. You done good, though, She remarked.