Silverlight Terrace the tell-tale heart

Avicus shakes her head, very slowly. no, she says, the single word confident as if she were omniscient. you're from valley. she is not. 

there was no way moonwoman could know Nuak. he belonged to Ursus, just as she once had.

it's moonwoman's bluff, a spell to keep the boy on her side. little does she know that he's already strayed from her spangled, fragrant path; a heart that belonged to the bear could never belong to anyone else. . .and perhaps that was, in some way, why Avicus resisted that spiritual pull so.

she exhales, a brief snort. i go, she says, and trots away, planning her invasion. whether or not he follows—and she struggles whether or not to trust that he will at all—the hunt is on.