Bearclaw Valley Hell Wit Ya

unbeknownst to either, trouble lurked in the shadows.
falk had just awoke from his afternoon nap and was feeling rowdier than ever. butt wiggling through the shrubs surrounding their den, paws thunderous and not at all stealthy as he approaches.
he thinks he is hiding. he's the best hunter around!
he comes tumbling from the underbrush, forelegs extended and jaw unhinged to land a killing blow against his favorite sister.