Bearclaw Valley the beautiful know they have power

though only a few days back in bearclaw, and with a very tentative hold on his place here, stigmata prowled about with a near-malicious strut. any adult to approach him in that moment would have been challenged, so it was fortuitous the only packmates to catch his attention were children not worth the strength it would take to kill them. he liked them both well enough - which perhaps staved his blood-calling fangs - but they were not his and he felt no dominion or care for these wayward offspring with their emotionally-rattled parents.

it was sickening. he had never met such irresponsible leaders, let alone ones who dared called themselves mothers and fathers, but rather than abandon them he was more interested in whipping them all into shape. his own legacy had been stolen from him; it was high time he started building another.

from between the slim tree-boughs he watched merrick and nunataq, yet unnoticed and perhaps too far away to ever be. he couldn't see what they were puzzling over, but truth be told he wasn't that concerned. because unless they noticed him in the next minute or so, he would melt away from the scene as quickly as he had come.

cameoooooo (maybe)