Bearclaw Valley I'd never want once from the cherry tree

one heatwave passed, and ancelin waited almost anxiously to know if he and ameline would grace the valley with life once more. assured of his role in that, assured he had done literally all that he could and then some, the rex greeted this day with a good scratch.
bearishly ancelin rubbed his shoulders against one tree and then another, leaving behind tufts of variegated fur. splashing a generous amount of yellow against another trunk, he found cole's trail and stalked the other playfully, completely unaware of the guard's mopery as he prepared to spring.
the frozen air embraced ancelin as he leapt into it, a great roar erupting as teeth flashed and his strong arms streaked out to grab cole's broad shoulders.
never a moment not to be on guard, he decided.