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

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They all watched in silence as the coyote fell to the ground in a writhing heap. The only sounds were the gurgles and grunts from the sacrifice as she seized. It was fascinating. The bruin-heart used plants to heal, and Pandora used them to kill. Arielle was very interested in learning what the pale woman knew. 

When the coyote finally stilled, Arielle walked to her and stood over her—the eyes were wide open in terror, and a pained expression was frozen on her face. Bloody foam bubbled out of her mouth still. The bruin-heart walked behind the corpse and grabbed a hold of its scruff, then she started pulling the carcass up onto the altar, her steps careful and deliberate. If anyone came to help her, she would allow it. 

Once Arielle had positioned the body on the altar just right, she move to stand in front of it. She closed her eyes for a moment and silently called for the bear. When she opened her eyes again, she reached down, clamped her jaws around the coyote's throat, and the ripped it out. She stood over the altar and let the blood drip from her mouth, moving so that she could spread it all over. Blood spilled from the sacrifice's neck, still warm as it slowly covered the stone beneath it. 

Arielle placed the ball of muscle and trachea down behind the body. Then she dipped her front paw in the blood, lifted it, and placed back down on the stone behind the coyote where the oozing blood would not reach. 

The bruin-heart stepped back then and looked to Merrick with a nod. She wanted him to mark the stone too. Then she would nod to Pandora for her to do the same. If she knew her husband was watching from the shadows, she would have asked him to mark the altar too.