Bearclaw Valley remember me,

"good," she quipped, relieved to hear he would have it looked over by a more discerning eye.

his question brought about a spark of surprise to the stormcloud. "who else would it be?" she questioned, but no other names came to mind. cole had saved her family from a pit of grief, he'd brought to the valley those who needed a home, he patrolled the borders, defended the territory, looked after the youngings.

to her it was obvious, but so often could one we see the virtue in others far easier than themselves.