Silvertip Mountain loss of breath

and so merrick made his choice. this time, asperas understood. this time, the unchild made no move to defy the bruin-witch's denial, despite the rage thrumming in her veins, screaming for blood and fire and vengeance. how could he? HOW DARE HE?
but she would not, could not — no, not merrick —
she bore his wrath with muscles tensed but lacking resistance, lips still peeled back in a silent snarl. she held her pride tight between her teeth, and when the moment came, she slid from his grasp with all the grace of the snake he had named her as.
asperas did not look back as she fled deep within the territory, seeking that secret sacred place she kept to herself. she did not think twice as she stole away with the cursed gift the bear-god had bestowed upon her, the only thing truly tying her to the mountain now, so easily uprooted. as easily as a father's love.

she would not return to ursus.