Bearclaw Valley till so many decades had passed

her head cocks even more. the words mean nothing. fide, she mimics the last of them as best as she can, intrigued by the bright, clipped sound of it. if she only knew it was, in a way, accepting his rough-and-tumble invitation.

then again. . .she did like to wrestle with Aventus and with her mother.

Avicus stepped forward, beginning to sniff at the corners of his mouth to see if he had any meat slurry for her. her stomach growled; the sensation was quite sudden and she was taken aback, unaware of how hungry she really is. her tongue slides across her dark lips, her growing teeth.

she presses her nose, presses, yearning for connection. yearning for meat.