Bearclaw Valley Dävé

The two knuckleheaded wolves seemed to think better of their choice. With another raucous call of his own name, the imbecile left first, followed by the other with something like an apology. Aventus didn't hear the apology or care for the manner in which they conducted themselves, and saw them hastening away with a snap of his jaws that nearly closed on the end of Dave's tail.

Snorting imperiously, the Bruin-jaw turned to face Arielle. Halfwits, he said to her with a shake of his head. Ursus could have made a meal of the foolish wolves, but Aventus imagined they tasted about as dull as their brains.No sense risking whatever disease must have rotted holes in theirs.