Bearclaw Valley beloved physician

he utters the very thing she was thinking just before, and yet it turns her stomach, twists her muzzle. Avicus glances back, but only for a second, wary to take her eyes from her brother for more than a heartbeat. there is a tension between them, a terse uncertainty, and it's been there from nearly the moment of their birth.

two cubs, blood and death, inextricably locked in competition. 

how? she asks. how do you know? . . .or, how did that happen? she doesn't know what she quite means, and lets the word hang by itself in the air.

the bear didn't spare her. she had her life because she had managed to escape, and Evien had not. isn't that how things worked? her actions had led to her survival; his actions, his death.

after all, Avicus spared no game. the creatures that had escaped her were simply too swift, too smart.