Redtail Rise III

he approaches and she stiffens instinctively, rising up, although she knows his touch means no harm. still, every muscle is taut, and it is with some reluctance that she eventually lets him closer, trying to put softness into her gaze where her body fails to do so.

my fah'her—he 'hhpoke abouhh' bear godh, Avicus says briefly, running her broken tongue along her jowls. he ihh' mad.

mad king Merrick. she wishes him well, but she will never see the divinity in a creature that had nearly killed her before she had even truly lived.

or divinity in anything at all, save the simplicity of blood and bone. life and death.

she shakes her head, rolling her eyes ever so slightly. she doesn't want to linger anymore on the subject of bears.