Bearclaw Valley So raise your glass now and celebrate exactly what you've done.

Avicus is not expecting the sharp prod of the boy's nose against her neck. her attempt to grasp him goes unsuccessful, and she instead is shoved back, genuinely surprised that he is reacting. that he is successfully reacting.

it just makes her all the more bloodthirsty.

i can kill you, she spits, her pelt a bristling brushfire. she dips her head slightly, indigo eyes burning into his own. i'll kill you. it feels to her more a promise than a threat.

she lunges for his belly, low to the earth, the scent of bear heady in her nose.