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

Fading this?

Karst winces in to himself as the girl charges at him, only to stop short without harming him. He feels the hot burn of embarrassment for his reaction and a lingering chill denoting his dislike of this game; it isn't really a game, but in his young mind he has nothing else to call her antics, and he certainly does not want to engage any further than he has. The way she looks at him makes Karst feel tiny, and he displays his insecurity by curling his tail close, tipping his chin down.

When Avicus shoves past him he closes his eyes and holds back a tremble, expecting to feel pain. That's the one constant between the two bearcubs: they often brought the hot sting of pain with them, doling it out the way Evien would offer up his remedies.

The moment she is out of range to hurt him, Karst is on his feet and skittering away in the other direction - tail tucked and body low, contorted to a diminutive size as much as he was able, eager to slip away.