Bearclaw Valley and the space has been broken

Aventus grinned a toothsome, slobbery grin, revealing gums that thrummed bright red from inflammation. Now it was beginning to hurt, in the tingling, aching way that exercise made the muscles sore. His saliva was beginning to bubble up in his mouth, forming a fine foam that gathered at the corners of his lips. The whole thing was rather comical to him. He languidly slopped some saliva from his lips with his loose tongue.

An uncharacteristic giggle burst from his lips when its squelchy body slapped against the stone. By now, the poor toad was so badly stunned it couldn’t even gather its wits to try to escape. Astara’s kick sent it careening skyward. On its way back down, its bulbous heaad collided heavily with a stone. By the time its rolling bulk reached Aventus, it was definitely dead.

The realization came after several seconds of sniffing and prodding. Silently declaring that it was done for, Aventus scooped it up into his jaws and, wincing with every step, gingerly paraded it around for a beat before setting it down in a pool of his own frothy drool for his mother's inspection. Almost as if he himself had slayed the thing, not its own unfortunate circumstances.