Bearclaw Valley the beautiful know they have power

stigmata, who had decided in the meanwhile that he didn't wish to be bothered by the small menaces, turned to exit the premises. he had not gone too far into resuming his day, when he realized that he was being followed by a pair of less-than-crafty pawsteps. without looking back, he could tell them apart, if not by personality, then by weight distribution; as the heavier, quicker sounds belonged to sly nunataq, while the more furtive and careful sounds that followed belonged entirely to the reserved slight of black that was merrick.

the sootwraith padded on, pretending to remain unaware of his pursuers - and finding himself inwardly eager to see how the young predators had progressed in his absence.