Bearclaw Valley i speak for the trees

open to pack members and family, some tags : @Towhee Jr @Periwinkle @Jackdaw @Cole

the den mouth yawns open behind him, but falk is already halfway into the world, legs too long, paws too heavy, and determination far too big for his little body. he stumbles forward with all the grace of a rolling stone, muttering nonsense under his breath.
“mmbah... g'nnuh... t’cha—mmph,” he huffs, tongue lolling briefly before he bites down on it in concentration. his brows furrow, tiny teeth flashing as he narrows in on... a leaf. a particularly suspicious leaf.
“hkk!” he grunts, launching at it. his paws slam down wide, missing entirely and sending him into a slow, wobbling topple. he lands on his side with an offended squeak.
then a growl, soft and wet and barely threatening. “nnnnn. bah. mine.”
he tries again. staggering back to his feet, tail raised like a banner behind him, white face furrowed with wild-eyed intensity.
a war cry bursts out of him—“GKK!!”—as he barrels into battle once more.