Bearclaw Valley gotta be careful,

he tilts his head slightly, his ears twitching at her muttered response.

with a faint snort, he speaks:

c’mon, out of habit, and because he was trying to practice as much as possible, he also signs the word; with he and towhee's pups on the way, he wanted to be able to help teach the kiddos ptero. with a flick of his paw, he gestures for her to follow. i’ll take you to our leaders.

his tail sways once, casual, as he casts a glance over his shoulder at her. if you got nowhere else to be, guess this is as good a place as any, huh? his tone carries just the faintest edge of teasing, though his stride remains steady, no hesitation in his steps as he leads her toward the heart of bearclaw valley.

got a name?