Bearclaw Valley There isn't much left

sven spoke with a mature resolution, and ancelin accepted this with a bob of his head. "just say the word. no one will mind. you can stay, rest, hunt with us." why was he feeling so generous?
"if anyone comes this way looking for you, should i tell them you plan to be back this way?" ancelin inquired, wondering if that was a possibility at all. whatever it was, though, he would like to reunite kvarsheim wolves, if only for the sake of the valley.