Bearclaw Valley Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves

Aves was a good fighter; it was one of the many things she admired about the bruin-jaw. She nodded her agreement. As much as she admired it, though, she still felt pain in her chest any time she was reminded of the fight and how for part of it, she wasn't sure if he was alive or dead. It had been the most painful moments of her life so far. 

Val promised to do better next time. I know you will, Val, she said with a warm smile. I can sense that you have a purpose here. Time will tell what it is. The bear often gave her inklings about things, and she always tried to remain open to them.