Bearclaw Valley from the spiritual poisons we expel at night

He watched on as her grip tightened on the thing. Glanced back up to her cold eyes, down to the contorted corners of her mouth which communicated her irritation. Toad took a step backward with slight concern, gazing at her face now rather than her bone. 

Hey, hey, chill. I don't want your shit, He explained calmly, settling back comfortably onto his haunches, as if to show he had no intentions of coming any closer.