Bearclaw Valley I'm so full of love, I could barely eat

He was glad she didn't push it. He wasn't even sure how Nephele felt about him gettin' so...involved in Anatolia's life. With a glance toward Rala as she ran her paw along the wood, her curiosity was evident. He paused his work, resting a foreleg against the log, and let out a low hum before speaking.

Barbs, he said simply, gesturing with his muzzle to a pile of jagged, sharp pieces he had cut earlier. Meant to keep out intruders. Won’t stop anyone real determined, but it’ll make ’em think twice before tryin’ their luck. His tone was matter-of-fact, the explanation as straightforward as the man himself.

Then his gaze shifted to the smoother pieces stacked nearby, his expression softening slightly. These, he said, nudging the pile with a paw, are for the women’s dens. Figured they could use some reinforcement. Make things a bit cozier, safer, especially with pups comin’.