Bearclaw Valley push and pull

she follows her aunt's gaze westward. hits the walls—well, somewhat. she knows that if she shifts her eyes a little, they will lead her from the valley. so, not here, then? where else was home but here?

show me, Avicus insists, looking back at Averna. it can't be too far. Averna is a loyal Bearclaw wolf; to yearn for somewhere far seems well out of character.

but then, she supposes she doesn't know her aunt much at all.

and she's already regretting speaking up. outside the valley lay myriad threats, not the least of which the bear that nearly tore her asunder. spirits? she queries instead, trying to shift the conversation even though it's too late.