There was a very good reason he had never been here before. And it actually had very little do with the fact that Levka believed that fencing in a were was an atrocity.
He stood just inside. For the first time in his life, he'd tried to get an access pin to the sanctuary, and he had met none of the resistance that he would have met if this had been a few years earlier. Surveying the land from the over-large cabin, he could smell... no bear.
And for once, such a thing made him very happy.
Cliff had been gone from this place a very long time now. Which he had known, but to stand on the man's former land and witness it for himself? It felt very lovely. Vengeful, but in a giddy way, where the victory was already well secured. Wherever that sad excuse for a bear was didn't matter. Whether he was happy or suffering was completely irrelevant. All Levka cared was that he had been a failure of a king.
And this? A failure of a place. Owned now by some no-name. Not even the local coyotes.
Did hope that wherever he'd gone to, Cliff itched now with some sensation that what had once been so dear to him now sat beneath the boot heel of the bear who had been and always would be his superior.
So... time to put said boots all over the place. It was, begrudgingly, a nice sprawl of land, for Camp Baron. This area was atrocious otherwise. But it would do for a little hiking among the trees. Maybe he'd meet the sort of were who required fencing while he was out there. Who knew? He could not imagine a place like this before now, alien a concept as it was.