Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

I live here. She says and Pandora breathes out a chuckle at the obvious words. Yes, it does indeed seem like she lives here. It also seems like she lives in this inescapable trench for a reason as well. For what reason is she trapped there, Pandora has not the slightest clue. 

Then she surprisingly speaks of the bear next and Pandora perks her ears in interest. “Oh? The bear saved you did he?” She hums softly then.

All this pack speaks of is the bears. Probably because they worship the ungodly creatures. How odd of them. She sees bears as nothing but another creature among the grass just as her. She wonders what has struck such an interesting belief in these wolves to think otherwise. To think that bears are something to be worshipped. Perhaps she could ask Merrick about it sometime or that pretty dark woman with the red accents. 

“Hmm, well, if you live here why are you confined to this trench then, love? Do they not see you as an equal? Are you being punished?” She pries even more, curiosity for the situation getting the better of her. Poor girl, she’s probably just as confused as Pandora.