Bearclaw Valley peccato meo munda me

her eyes narrowed - which really, didn't change her expression all that much - and she watched the wolf over. young. bear-brown, but not likely bear-tested. she hadn't been in her hovel long enough for a new adjutant to rise.

"...i shall assume, you are only acolyte, then." there was a tinge of superiority to her monotone baritone. "and not yet learned, that supplicant ranks above you."

the dog kept her ground, and a wish that her tail was straight enough to dominantly rise passed her.

"i am, in no condition for travel. least, that is expected, is for you to answer questions. with honesty."