Silvertip Mountain one never learns how the witch became wicked

slowly the cultspawn regained her bearings, and lifted her head to look upon her father's follower with new eyes. an unspoken question lurked in the posture of the pale woman, who asperas now recognized as the one whose otherness had so offended her in the valley. now, the bearberry gave it little thought. she rose on shaky paws, face tilting skyward. bear, she said, both explanation and request. her gaze turned toward the crystalline cave, and with more intensity she repeated herself. bear.