Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

Until her time within Ursus she did not consider what it had meant exactly — hunting.
It was something they talked about within Rivenwood; she had spied on enough of the adults to know that was where most of their injuries came from.
Nobody had ever asked her to hunt before. That was something the adults did; they'd go away for a while and leave Indra to pine for their company or the spoils of their work.
I live here. She would go on to answer the pale woman. A concerned look crossed her features for a moment before clarifying, becoming bright.
The bear saved me, so I'm here now. I... I stay here.
Indra no longer doubted that there had been a bear within the cave as she'd fled from Rivenwood, as her survival hinged upon how convincing her conversion could appear to the adults, and at some unknowable point along the way she'd forgotten to pretend.