Bearclaw Valley if you are the dealer

this seemed like a good place to wrap up, hope you don't mind. <3

joaquin is the name the bearwitch repeats and so joaquin is the name which the usrus wolves would know him by; the utterance is the only word exchanged between them as the st. clair is lead back to the narrow break of the valley's crown of steep walls; obstructed by boulders, rocks and conifers. joaquin very much suspects that a treasure lay past the test of nature and dexterity — he only hopes as he follows that there is never a situation where quick departure need be made. path worn leisurely, this was no issue; if anything it was a proven boon as the real prize of ursus' claim lay well protected by rock as well as the one-eyed bearwitch ( and those under him, joaquin does not doubt ).

the welcome is given by the younger man, and joaquin's induction is finished. for now, crowned a skeptic, the mobster is content with a tour and an abandoned fox den — shabby but nothing he couldn't fix — as shelter over his head that he'd found when the pair parted ways. soon, though, he will set to work proving himself to the bearwitch — proving that he was valuable, an asset... a collector or a weapon willing to do what needed to be done without hesitation. it was, after all, what grandfather had trained him for. the consortium was no place for the weak willed nor weak of heart. he suspects ( hopes really ) that ursus will prove to be familiar in this regard.