Bearclaw Valley saturn

She laughed but it was not a sound of amusement; it likely sounded more mad than anything else. If we discover that you are weak, the bear will demand your life. There will be no kicking you out; there will only be our teeth. And blood. Like Stryx—her blood was a congealed pool at the bottom of stillrift; the memory of it pleased her. 

Do you still want to be judged by the bear? She shifted some next to Aves, unconsciously moving closer to him.