Bearclaw Valley the beautiful know they have power

Recently Nunataq hardly ever spent time in rendevouz's site or with the other puppies, preferring to put as much distance as possible between herself and that big, grey cloud of sadness that hung over the Bearclaw valley. Now that her own compulsive need to be in Wapun meadow waiting for Lucas's return had ended, she expected the rest to get over the disappearance as well. But they did not and were so wrapped in it, that paid no attention to her.

She had been wandering around borders, pondering, if she should not give a call to her white Easthollow friend, when she heard a bark and this changed her mind entirely. The little black tyrant had grown out of his fluffy beetle-like stage and resembled more of a wolf than a toy. And on those rare occasions, when they play-fought and wrestled together, she treated him a little more roughly than before. This was her way of showing respect to the fact that the little man was growing up.

She spotted Merrick first, then the mushroom that had drawn his attention - and quite big and remarkable it was. She approached him with wagging tail and inspected the odd "plant" curiously.