Bearclaw Valley politics

cool to fade! <3

wise words. ancelin would treasure them for as long as he remembered, and the surprise of hearing them caught him off guard. he cleared his throat, nudging tvar back as the other passed. an emotional moment, one to process another time. and alone.
maybe it was what he had wanted aventus to say to him, once upon a thousand years ago.
"thanks, man," he said with more ease after a second. "gotta earn the title of rex, right?" a smirk flickered to life on his mouth. "you wanna go hunting again?"