Bearclaw Valley devotion

Sssssss. It sent a shiver through her bones. It made her want to repeat the name a hundred times so that he may emulate it, but she knew that it did not work quite that simply. He grabbed the intestine again and flung it back and forth. Not afraid, I see, said the priest, a wicked smile on her pale face.

In a reflective tone she pondered: I wonder what Sithis will do to you when he finds out you have taken his gifts. She did not expect it to faze the child at all, considering his bold response earlier. He was a lot like Thief in that way; unfortunately, that name was already taken. Do you disregard all spirits, then, or do you follow only your bear spirit? She wasn't sure if she expected any answers.

Some leftover fluids prayed from the intestine, marring her white fur, and she chuckled in amusement, feeling the urge to give in to some sort of madness grow bigger as the intestine flew through the air, taunting her instincts.