Bearclaw Valley iron defenses

The similarities between the shape of the coyote’s face and those belonging to the wolves she loves most did not deter her from her task. If the coyotes struck, it would be her children who fell- and if she had to make the choice between a few dead coyotes and a single dead child, she knew what decision she would make; and had already made it. 

Entranthe of the valley She said, before she spat out a clump of fur that had lodged itself between her teeth and her cheek. I’m takin’ thith one to the edge of the meadow. Surely, the two coyotes had come from somewhere- if there were more, they’d need to be warned. 

The pelt of the animal was otherwise fine; a prize for her to harvest later on. She looked to Tvar, and her gaze dropped to the clouded eyes of the severed head for a moment. 

Tvar would be a father before long as well; his readiness to protect his children was something she prayed would never have to be put into action. Two more with that one, an’ you’ll be Hedguard. She reminded him, before she picked up the second coyote’s head and made for the edge of the meadow.

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