The Alpha’s Heirs
The dog days of summer settled in on Willow Valley. Those are the days just past mid
summer when the heat forces any sentient creature to find refuge from the afternoon sun.
Mathuin the bear liked to start his day early. By noon the sun’s warmth made him uncomfortable in his heavy black coat. He was once a young warrior fighting a bloody war on the desert sands of Aragath. Older now, he preferred to spend his afternoons napping in the cool shade of an ancient oak tree near the beaver pond.
He had been lucky this morning and happened across a rich patch of huckleberries. Mathuin loved huckleberries. The only thing he enjoyed more was salmon. There were no salmon in the stream that fed the pond, but in a pinch, nearly anything that swam would do. After eating his fill of berries, he made a trip to the pond where he caught a fat trout. Filled and content, he settled d