Bearclaw Valley Teddy Bear?

The male in camo began to speak a menagerie of tones, none of which sank into the skull of the bear.

A swaying tale and amiable expression allowed Drust to relax his tensed muscles.

Yet another within the valley that had yet to look upon him aversly. Though his muscles were eased a confused look dropped across his face and furrowed his brows. Looking the male over, waiting, searching.