Bearclaw Valley and the space has been broken

Evien had said he shouldn’t move too much, but the medicine den was a sedative environment for a young boy. That was surely the point. It didn’t stop him growing bored with his surroundings after the first day or two. Soon, he was inventing games inside his mind to pass the dull hours.

But even hunting imaginary prey in the planes of his mind wasn’t enough to keep him occupied today. That was why he was on his feet, hobbling slowly toward the entrance. The sturdy wrap Evien had fixed around his torso did an admirable job keeping his ribs steady, reducing the pain he felt with every jostling step. Nevertheless, his teeth were gritted together by the time the sunlight splashed across his face.

He blinked rapidly against the light’s onslaught. It was several long seconds before he could keep them open enough to squint. There was his mother, pacing in the grass outside the den. He stood atop the mossy rise leading to the entryway and wondered to himself if he’d forgiven her yet for the intrusion of Glaucous and Astyanax. He didn’t know yet that she’d tried to be rid of them.

Deciding that he had, he whistled a quiet whine for her attention.