Bearclaw Valley Drink me

Don't look away, Indra. The woman commanded of her, sharply. Something was different now. The warmth had dissipated and Indra was acutely aware of the tone of their voice -- of being corrected.
She shuffled her feet. Her lip trembled for a moment but she slowly raised her eyes to the altar again; the woman was talking about the bears.
Aventus had told her about the bears and how they'd saved her. Slowly the girl began to put pieces together; staring at the horror-stricken face of the coyote now.
She stared, and stared, and stared, until her eyes were dry and stinging. She didn't know if she heard anything but was afraid to be silent for too long.
I... She gasped, tasting the foul air and the hunger in her belly turned in to something she couldn't identify.
I don't -- finally she blinked, and looked at the woman with weeping eyes. I don't know. I'm sorry!