Bearclaw Valley Friday Night I Crashed Your Party

"four would be difficult," ancelin agreed, though a bit absently as his eyes traveled over the heavy stone walls separating the oddly shaped valley from the rest of the rising sun.
the presence of neighbors was highly noted, a formidable and active pack with solid leadership.
and yet ancelin in this moment was assessing the fortress of stone as a place to successfully raise a litter that size, even if he didn't know it, even if it felt to the young hunter like a random perusal.
"we'd make it work, though," he concluded with a wink. "i want like seven hundred but i'd settle for two or three," ancelin said glibly, returning from his contemplations to press their flanks against one another and chase the edge of her jaw with another kiss.