Bearclaw Valley [mature: guts & gore] multitudinem miserationum tuarum

set early january, before the raid. for any recent joiners: @Stryx @Treva @Chacal

As she lacked natural talent, her hunt took patience and much error. Still, in the end, the strange forces were with she.

The fox was limp and cold as the dog dragged it along the path and into the valley. It was male, which matched the season, but a female would've been preferred. Nonetheless, she would not judge what was granted to her by kindness of those above her. 

Once within the Valley, she came to the woods, within which was her den. At the treeline she stopped, letting the creature drop into the pristine snow.

It was reddened within seconds, as the chow tore and broke apart the lithe body.

Once the fox was opened as to have its organs on display - the ribcage disposed of - Bernadette dug her nose in, the insides making a squelch.

She approached a near maple tree. Her black nose she pressed into the bark, the dragged it to the side, wiping the blood away. It left a dark line on the rough surface. She, nodded satisfied with the medium. 

To complete the apotropaic sigil, many more such lines would be required.