Bearclaw Valley and was buried in a tomb

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it is with a heart full of pride that the new father walks through the tall trees surrounding the hovel home to his growing family. this; this was what he had busied his days with. patrolling the thicket, too protective to venture far out; leaving @Cole to pick up most of his slack.

there had been a turn in the air, and then news spread fast. ameline had delivered the bearclaw babies, safe and sound; for that, tvar was glad.

his movement through the circuit he looped would branch off when he heard the disturbance of foliage. his dark head parting through brush, bright eyes coming to land upon the stretching form of his wife. they soften immediately, he chuffs to her warmly; coming close, bumping his cheek against hers.

goodmorning, mama. he teases gently. nipping lovingly at her ear with gentle teeth. how are the cubs?