Bearclaw Valley politics

"i trust you," ancelin said, and meant it. "come this way with me first, though," he urged, stepping back and turning to lead. "i want a few of these coyote pelts for trees near the border. it's important we are always leaving messages."
bold as coyotes could get, he and tvar prepared for a future where wolf pups might be on some carnivorous radar, at least for a while. smearing the boundaries with blood, littered bones, rotting skulls, and torn pelts ensured that only the most daring coyotes would try it.
and that, ancelin believed, was very few.