Bearclaw Valley whole lotta love

Tokenth, yeth, She murmured, to reinforce the pack’s names for such things. You’ve done well- very well, She praised, as she looked from one token to the next. Pretty feathers, and a blue jay skull- she wasn’t sure how long it might take to find something so specific and thus, it became the prize find. Then, of course, the shell. Her envious gaze fell upon it, but darkened slightly.

Ancelin had given her a shell once- a shell whose inside was as blue as her eyes. Now she would be gifting shells to other wolves, and she couldn’t help but feel conflicted. This shell was beautiful- almost too pretty to be given to someone for their rank, lest it put her own, treasured mollusk to shame. 

She would have to come up with some reason to refuse it- but became distracted by the tired tone of Cole’s voice, and the bleak connotation of his words. Havin’ “everything” on your mind ith a dangerouth patht-time, She chimed. You worryin’ about Winthlet an’ the coyoteth, or ith there thomethin’ elthe?