Bearclaw Valley one silver axe

their valley was kinda popping these days, ancelin noted with pride. he had taken to canvassing the bones on their borders, wiping away moss, carving ragged tooth-patterns into them with his jaws, and setting the skulls where best visibility could take place.
stuffing the nearest cache with half a fat porcupine, ancelin carried the rest toward the heart of the ursine valley, enjoying the play of sunshine upon brightfallen snow as he trudged amid the drifts.