Bearclaw Valley extraordinarily pretty teeth, beauty lingers out of reach

reigi had grown up alone: first, there had been only mother, her siblings still bodies under the ground, and then there were none as soon as she might have been able to fend for herself.

it had led to a number of developmental issues.  she'd never learn a primary language (though with time and patience, simple words or phrases were possible; just currently out of reach).  she didn't know how to play, or form relationships.  she knew how to fight, but that was about it and mostly out of necessity.

they were having fun together and then there was another, but instead of feeling annoyed by the intrusion as she would have outside of the valley, the smell and recognition of pack-mate (!!) causes her excitement to double over again.

the brown woman arches into a desperate play bow and reigi returns the gesture as her tail arches over her back, vocalizing loudly.  they bounced back and forth before xan bounded away and instinctively she follows close on his trail.  this was her favorite game.  chase!! chase the thing!!

three children who didn't know how to play, but no matter what, she knew it felt right.