Bearclaw Valley Drink me

Arielle was quiet as she waited. Indra stared into the dead eyes of the coyote as instructed but said nothing for a few moments. Then she stammered, and the bruin-jaw knew she had not been deemed worthy. The girl started to cry. Don't be upset, Indra, she said, her tone warmer than it had been before. Sometimes the bear can't recognize your worth until you let it into your heart. 

There was a slight pause. We will give the rest of your rabbit to the altar as an offering from you. Arielle smiled again. It will hopefully make up for what just happened. 

The bruin-heart stood. Of course, some will never be worthy. She looked down at Indra. It doesn't end well for them. Death would meet any who could not prove themselves to the bear.