Bearclaw Valley Only the good die young

This event is not mandatory, but it will leave the pack without leadership. Please see this thread in the pack forum to discuss the continuation of the pack should existing/surviving members wish to do so <3 

Clarifying your plans for your character in that thread would definitely help for those who wish to continue, so they know how many wolves they can expect to keep in pack numbers. We have all worked hard to create and maintain this pack, so if it can continue, we would be happy to make that transition as smooth as possible. This is a friendly suggestion for both active pack members and ones on NPC, who will be tagged in that thread. 

It has been so wonderful to have this pack with y'all. <3<3<3

@Ancelin @Cole @Winslet @Vanja @Rhonen @Dolce @Aurelian @Falk @Arlen

It was Alf, the bear cub, who would lead Ameline to a crevice she had found in the walls of the valley. 

The skeptical mother grimaced slightly to peer into the darkness, allowing some time for her eyes to adjust while her beardaughter bounded ahead. She'd discovered it, and found that it led quite deep into the earth, to a point where Ameline had to keep her shoulder pressed to the side of the cavern to keep herself from bumping into unexpected turns and curves. In one place, a shaft of light filtered down through a crack in the earth above; it was as far as Ameline was willing to go, though Alf insisted that there was more to discover ahead. 

So on a day that began warm and bright, Ameline and Ancelin called the pack together- all who were curious could come and investigate the crevice, with hopes they might discover a secret passageway that led out of the valley. 

The bear cub insisted that it did. 
And her mother believed her. 

Laughter echoed throughout the narrow passageway as they entered, single file. In places the crevice was wide enough for the adults to move side by side, but only for a short while before it narrowed again. Ameline reached for the tip of Ancelin's tail, holding the end of it in her mouth and chuckling. 

The shaft of light she'd seen before still existed, but now existed as an open window for raindrops. Ameline paused beneath it, reveling in the touch of soft, cool rain. She pressed her shoulder to Ancelin's, and kissed his cheek. 

The light faded as a sudden puff of dust and dirt came from one of the nearby walls. A pile of debris, stone, and ancient root collapsed in, and a little squeak! was the last wail little Periwinkle would ever emit. Horrified, Ameline shouted for the others to back up, to leave- she reached for any children nearby, and felt the weight of Alf as she threw herself against her mother's chest, wild-eyed with fear, knocking her against the nearest wall. 

She cried Ancelin's name. 

The crumbling continued. Ameline would hear only a bit of it before she, too, was crushed beneath the weight of Bearclaw Valley.