Bearclaw Valley There isn't much left

he shouldn't feel smug at such misfortune, but all ancelin selfishly thought of then was when he had gone to offer aid to an ailing pack. well — to absorb them. but they could have been stone circle in the valley. now this guy had nothing.
he was struck by shame then; the man had lost much and here ancelin was, gloating.
"i'm sorry to hear that. i hope you and whoever else is still there knows you can always come here, for hunting, or shelter, or just to talk."
"never got your name? i'm ancelin. ameline is queen here. i'll make sure she hears what's happened." he felt like the valley should do something, but didn't know what.