Bearclaw Valley the conqueror worm

more strange sounds from the stranger's maw. Avicus wrinkles her nose, displeased at the mystery. things have been so simple for her in the den—milk, play, sleep. none of these. . .noises.

but she understands the gesture—come hither—and does so, albeit hesitantly. step by step, she emerges, coming closer. even when she stops, she is a good distance away from the woman, but she is still OUT. she looks at the slight depression in the ground that the wolf had made.

slowly, Avicus slinks forward and places her own paw within the hole, then makes a similar motion. her mouth rounds in a slight o as dirt follows, moving with her foreleg and settling in a little pile beside the. . .den? (grave.)

brows drawn together, she stares at Galena, waiting for further instruction. obviously this is a game of some sort, but the woman is too large to tackle, and Avicus does not smell milk on her pelt. what, then?