Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

AW

amber eyes scanned the terrain, taking in the vast expanse of stone that stretched before him. the quarry was immense, a vast hollow in the earth surrounded by towering rock faces, some sheer, some sloping. it was a place carved by time, ancient and unyielding.

he paced slowly along the rim, his heavy steps echoing in the quiet. the air here was thick with the scent of minerals, a dry, earthy tang that spoke of both hardship and endurance. he could see the potential—the space for the pack to grow, for boundaries to be drawn, for strength to be forged. but the size... it was a daunting thing. would it feel like home? could they defend it against any who might come?

he breathed in deeply, the cool air filling his lungs. the ground beneath him was firm, stable. the stone would serve them well, but it would also test them.