Bearclaw Valley devotion

Not afraid of anything, said his eyes, but it was a lie. Merrick frightened him greatly. Would Averna see through him? There was a sort of ethereal quality to her colourless gaze that went over his head, else he might’ve taken her warnings more seriously. He felt like she could look right through him to his very soul, but he didn’t realize how closely tied to the spirit his aunt really was.

Just another adult with another cryptic lesson. Sounded like he’d taken someone else’s present, which only made Aventus all the more covetous of the length of intestine he’d snatched. It was meant for someone else? Nope. His now. He chomped on the thick, waxy rope and marveled at the offal that leaked from the ends as if squeezed from a tube.

She asked about his spirits. Aventus dropped the intestine at last, corralling its grotesque coil between his forepaws with a rough pounce. There was no telling what compelled him to question specific words and not others, but this time, it was, spirits?