Bearclaw Valley so apropos,

How stately the woman of winter furs made herself to be, seated properly as one might in the presence of royalty. Others might cower but in a queen’s court, her ladies were expected to be dignified, poised. Rala showed promise, not only as a hunter but as a member of polite society as well.

No, keep it, She said. After all, she had caches and a husband who could help feed her, and she was keen for her new members to feel that they earned the meat they caught.

It seemed strange that Cole would be mentioned first, not Ancelin- who would have been the one to give her a proper acceptance. But Cole was a striking man, and Ancelin was taken. In part, yeth. She said. Thinthe he joined he hath been making himthelf known ath an ekthellent thcout an’ guardian. My huthband, Anthuhlin- he and I claimed and populated the Valley latht year. She said. Cole did well, but he would not be thrown too much favour, not when she felt Ancelin was due his credit.

After all- they had brought two daughters with them, and had then brought four more into the world; the first daughters of Bearclaw Valley. 

I’m Ameline Bearclaw. It’th nithe to meet you, Rala.