Bearclaw Valley politics

figured as much, his voice is a quiet grunt now, as eyes pass over the border for a final time. i’ll get a read on ‘em. quiet-like.

he pauses. maybe. he wasn't very quiet, being as big as he was and all. not to mention, he was pretty noticeable. the gold neck fur was like a giant beacon shouting—hey, look at me!

the idea of outnumbering another pack excites him just as much as it does the rex. bearclaw is his home, where he intends to raise his children. they should be the strongest. but tvar’s also not here for conquest—just safety. he quit conquest when he left home.

a strong network, a trio of bear packs? that he could stand behind, especially with pups on the way. even if it's just a fantasy.

he smirks faintly as ancelin butts his shoulder. i’ll scout it out. don’t worry.