Bearclaw Valley Borderlands

@Indra

Several people had passed through Bearclaw valley, one too many had walked right over Nunataq's front lawn. And then there was the rotting wolf-corpse at one corner of the forest, sending it's stench from a distance and drawing in scavengers and carnivores from all corners as moths that were drawn to light. Needless to say that the mute girl was not happy about these developments. She had enjoyed her house nice, empty and abandoned, now with literally everyone walking around, peeking through the windows and even coming in, felt as blasphemy.

Which meant that she was extra-vigilant and extra-diligent at marking her small corner of her house daily, so that all the vagrants and hobos would know that this was her spot and that she would be very aggressive, if she caught anyone there. Somewhat at peace with, what she had done already, the girl took a place on her watch-tower rock and observed the surroundings. It was a day, when sinking her teeth in someone's hide was a necessity of life.