Bearclaw Valley a[m]plius lava me ab iniquitate mea

bernadette maintained her dispassionate bearing.

"the bear might not, but a student of it does." she felt as if explaining the concept of colours to a blindman. "among many... it is the disbelieving, that make for best conductors of divine messages."

thinking little of the clear aggression in the bruin-heart's face, the dogwoman turned back to the organ between her forelegs. "if i can - properly - dissect the heart, i should be able to, discern, the cause of the medic's loss of faith." 

she remained unguarded, unconcerned.