Bearclaw Valley fix you

It had been terrible. Damien's expectatives for his stay in Bearclaw Valley had been all but fulfilled. Both Kove and Scarlett were too busy with their new litter to pay the minimum attention to their guests, and on top of that, the Beta, who was now Alpha had been a pain in the ass since day one. It was disappointing to see that Kove had been overruled by his subordinate, and that now the pack was in hands of a non-dark-brother, which put their ties at risk. This journey had not only been a vacation for Damien and his siblings, it had been a mission to reinforce the bond between the two packs, and it had failed big time.

The little time he'd had to talk to ove had been surprisingly dissapointing. He'd enjoyed it for a brief moment, but then he'd understood that he was nothing compared to the attention he needed to put on his young, and just to top it off, Damien hadn't even had a chance to see the damn things! Not even the bear had been around to spar, not even once.

Damien was grunting as he walked about the valley. He knew that Cicero was overjoyed with excitement for how different the place was to Blackfeather Woods, but he differed. The difference made it annoying, too colorful, too loud. And Potema, she hadn't even been around at all. She was surprisingly sneaky and he'd only seen her a few times in a month here. But there was Cicero. Gathering herbs to take back home.

"What you got there?" he asked as he approached. "Is it poisonous?" he inquired. Poisonous plants were the only thing that seemed to interest the dark pup about herbs, and he seriously hoped his brother was looking for ways to knock Grimnir or Raziel out.