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

I can kill you, the girl seethes and he knows the threat is real; not so much the seriousness of it, the finality of death despite his life thus far being steeped in it, but the tone is enough to make him back down. The repeated offering — the stare of her plum gaze — cows him.

...karst, he squeaks out of the blue; not friend... K-karst. its just a bit of word-vomit but he repeats it, as if the mantra of it might stave away the beast she was. He backs away from her in to the dark hollow where the bear scent is so strong. No killing.