Bearclaw Valley Dävé

The shrieking sound from the border made the fur on Aventus' neck stand up. Not only was someone rude enough to demand attention from the bear wolves on their own turf, but they did it in such a hideously disruptive manner that the hare he was stalking took off, tanking his mood immediately.

With a growl that ended in a muttered swear, the Bruin-jaw retraced his steps to the silver boulder where the valley's mouth tapered off into the flower meadow beyond. There, he found two promising looking wolves that Ursus could certainly make use of, but he glossed right over their health and notable physiques and zeroed in on the source of the ridiculous call: the thick-set brown one with the ruby eyes. The other was less notable if only because he was possibly normal and hadn't cost Aventus a hare.

What? he demanded, standing tall and shoving his ears forward while tugging his lips down in an unimpressed glower.