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

boy? boy! but ancelin was not upset; he shook the snow from his coat and leered at cole with shining approval for the man's quick thinking. "better you pin me than someone else, hmm?" he chortled, colliding their shoulders in a show of friendship. "i'd have to kill em then."
stretching luxuriantly, he licked at the drifts for water and then sent his gaze scudding around he and cole. "you're up early and up high," he observed, glancing down into the valley. "anything to report?"
god their numbers were about to explode; ancelin could hardly wait. every pup born here would have a warrior's backing.