Bearclaw Valley [m] It's very easy to take more than nothing

@Pandora @Merrick @Aventus
anyone else is welcome too

She had brought the girl and the coyote to the altar. She was unsure how the witch had incapacitated her, but she didn't much care; she was here and she would be an offering to the bear. And they might gain a new skeptic out if it too.

She led the pair to the altar. It flourished even more now with various bones stained with drops of blood. The elder plant had spread over the top even in the winter—a sign that Ursus would grow and flourish in the spring. 

But the bear required a more substantial offering than the blood she had already given it, her own included. It wanted flesh to sit on the altar and rot away to bones. This is where the coyote came in.

She took a seat, noting the way the sacrifice grew even more wary of what she saw before her. It didn't matter; if she tried to run, she would gain at least one broken leg.

She turned to Pandora. Let's not keep the bear waiting. A smile curved her lips, not at all matching the violent, bloodthirsty feeling rising up in her heart. She could hardly wait to see the creature's blood slowly spill out over stone.