Bearclaw Valley institutionalized

Some creatures simply weren’t happy unless they were miserable. Abel seemed to be one of those creatures, and by pulling his paws over his head he made it fairly clear he didn’t want to hear about something he didn’t believe in. 

”Ah g’wan, now yer just bein’ contrary for the sake of bein’ contrary. Wot, d’yer Mam never tell you stories when you were wee?” She asked. She paused. That might be a sore point. ”What kinda stories d’you like, then?” She asked, curious to see if he’d even cooperate with her enough to answer that question.