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

Arielle was deep in her anger, fueled by the recent betrayals and audacity of the beardog. For a moment, she considered running her off; she could have her spawn somewhere else. 

But then she mentioned the bruin-witch and it felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. Merrick was gone. His death had been the catalyst to the explosion that happened within the valley. The explosion that had left them grieving more losses. But the bearking's absence was felt the most. She didn't know what his plans were for the woman's first born, but it felt wrong to disregard them. 

The muscles of her face and jaw were tense with the effort to keep her despair from her expression. I don't know, she answered after a moment of silence. I need to seek the bear's guidance and speak with the bruin-jaw. There was no easy answer here.