Swiftcurrent Creek go and hide yourselves

eshe frostfur-mayfair. quite a mouthful, but a pretty mouthful. she deferred almost immediately to this akavir, who pinned the younger man with hard golden eyes. whoa, what's his deal? "what valley?" ancelin asked lamely, glancing between them as if to glean an answer. "bearclaw is a name my mate chose for us, look," he said, thrusting his chest forward to show off the ursine talon tangled into the fur there. 
it felt like there was nothing to be sought here. keeping an eye on them both, ancelin took a step back.