Bearclaw Valley chamomile

Nice warriors? Kristjan smirked at the thought. We would be so lucky, ja? He chuckled, jostling his shoulder playfully into his brother's. Jokes aside, it would be difficult finding mentors, he thought, especially when it came to learning how to fight. But if anyone could put on the charm, it would be these two. Night and day, trotting along side by side.

Soon the yawning doorway that led into the valley came into view, and Kristjan slowed to a stop. The boy cringed, thinking about the wolves who would live in such a sheltered place. It was heavily shaded here, except perhaps at high noon, and it seemed nothing like the wide open spaces of Stone Circle. Could they trust their lives to wolves who lived in the literal shadows?

It is probably polite if we make a call, huh? Sing with me.

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