Bearclaw Valley hey, have you guys seen my juul?

"treva. trey." he tried them both on, teeth glittering in a glasgow smirk. "i like treva." it reminded him of evien; he too had held that distinctive syllable in his name. 
her offer made his remaining eye glint. "we will."
the bruised pair swung along the path leading into the ancient trees; ursus opened before them and he looked at the high stone walls with love, leading her to their meeting-place: a wide meadow that would bloom with purple flowers at the end of spring. "your other leaders are my son and his intended." call it what it was. "i'm sure they'll be along to find you, treva."
he gestured. "we worship the bear here. you've proven you can shed blood. that means you will be called on to do it." the single eye flickered toward her.