Bearclaw Valley whole lotta love

finding those tokens! attn: @Ameline ; got the conch, bluejay skull, bluejay feathers as well as hawk and crow.

The rogue needed time away. He needed the solitude, craved it, and found himself on the stretch of land near the rivers that flowed from the open ocean, little to his knowledge. Whilst the water ran salt free, there had been trinkets that washed upon the riverbed shores.
A conch shell.
He thought Winslet would like it. The curves of the shell, the shape, how it smelled so densely of salt and crustaceans. He knew that atop her injuries, she missed home. But he was determined to make this home for her, and not a place of nightmares. Of fear.
Though it is he who is feared. It is @Tvar who is feared.
Picking up the shell with his teeth, lodged firm in his gentle, but haughty grasp, he'd turn back to the woods. Lingering there, on the treeline, had been a skull. Small, bird like, beak still intact with the spine still ebbing from the apex.
A blue jay.
Vermin birds. He raised a lip, but picked it up as well. Ameline may like this. She kind of liked these symbolic things.
Lucky for him, there'd been bluejay feathers along side it. Tucked away from where the wind could sweep them away in their current. He took those, too.
There were other feathers that he'd picked up along his way back. A lot of them. He looked like a bird himself!