Bearclaw Valley viridis

a tiny, silent sentinel, Avicus watches from afar as the man approaches the entrance to the valley. her ears cup at his howl, and then she stalks toward him, caring not a whit that the call is not for her. it takes her a little longer than it would an adult wolf to reach him, but eventually she does, and she stops several paces away, watching him coolly.

big and gray; he looks like the mountain man that her mother had tusseled with. but it wasn't him—this man smells not of the valley, but of places she doesn't know. she doesn't know why he's here or why he seeks someone within bearclaw's ranks.

all she knows is that he's a stranger, and strangers aren't high on her favorites list.