Bearclaw Valley miserere mei, deus

She was invited, and crossed the threshold. It took a moment for the day blindness to pass, but once it did Bernadette was puzzled (although her face did not reveal such) at the youth of the Bruin-heart. Perhaps, they were the wrong person to ask...

"Snow falls thick and the air hurts to breathe. Winter is upon us, and in the midst of frigidity..." Her head moved slowly as her eyes scanned the room, until it was turned to face the wolf. "Comes heat."


"Healer, be frank, what knowledge have you of it?"