Lion Head Mesa she reeled in my sight

Arielle, of course, was never far from Merrick. She worried about him. She worried about Aves. She worried she would be left alone again after this was all over. She knew she must leave fate in the hands of the bear, but if only she could offer herself to save the bear king and his son. She had never feared death; it was the end, and she would welcome it whenever it came for her. She very much feared watching Merrick or Aves die in the jaws of the Saints, but it was a useless emotion, especially now.

She trotted forward to join the two as they discussed a plan. I can go too, she said quickly. She hated the idea of the prince searching on his own. They won't know me either, and I can help Aves if anything happens. She was small and lithe. She could play the meek female if needed. The Saints would never suspect the bite of her teeth or the fierceness of her violent anger.