Hushed Willows my own summer

A new claim on the other side of the valley. 

Well, new was relative—as far as he knew, the newcomers had been there some time now. However, the time hadn't been right for a visit back then. 

Now, things within the Rise had simmered for the most part. And the newly crowned Bjern felt up for a chat with the neighbors.

Carrying a housewarming gift—a leg from a deer, caught from the night prior—he traipses through the marsh, tail swaying idly.

He approaches the borders of the strange pack, lingering a respectful distance afar before dropping his gift and calling for anyone who wished to receive him.