Bearclaw Valley roti

Aventus scaled the gentle slope up to Mosskeep's main entry. In the summer, this would be carpeted with soft moss and fed by trickles of water from the spring within, but in winter it was all barren and white. It blended into its surroundings and looked nothing like the inviting medicine den Evien had meticulously cared for. Having spent a considerable amount of time there in his youth thanks to Nyra, though, the Bruin-jaw found it without any trouble.

He thought perhaps he would find Arielle within, tidying up the natural shelves, but it was empty. Herbs that had long since rotted filled the air with a cloying stench. He thought it might be nice to clean out all this rubbish for her so she could start fresh, and that was exactly what he meant to do.

The problem was that he had hardly begun to pick up the wasted materials when Stryx's paws broke through the snow and dirt at Evien's hidden second entryway, spilling light into the cavern along with a grey-stippled face. Alarm caused Aventus' hackles to lift, and subsequent affront kept them spiked. This was Arielle's medicine den.

What do you think you are doing? he demanded to know.