Bearclaw Valley follow me into the golden wild

he huffs, more laughter. you will see. he trails off.
beginning a long walk through the open valley, looking where the snow had begun to melt. exposing the grass, which sprouted with the coming of spring. growing with life, beginning to glitter with color anew. this is what he meant to show her.
look around, he rumbles to her, smell the air.
his dark paws begin to wind a path through a sparse clearing of trees, where gravel and rock sit at the bottom of a cliff side. there, a path up the mountain; he beckons her with his tail. at the top, a beautiful view to unfurl before their eyes. he lets her go first, and stands back as she takes in the view.
you must stop moping around, twitch. tvar says. winter leaves. with it, comes life. the valley has much to offer.