Bearclaw Valley peccato meo munda me

nuh-uh. he had no interest in her having the last word or waddling off into the sunset like some sort of happy ending to a movie.

that's pretty fucking bold coming from the woman who had to ask if this is still ursus. verbal pressing more and more, if she would not stop for his words he'd only follow hot on her heels. you're the irrelevant one. clearly no one visits you in your little hideaway if you roll up asking about the base line state of things. and what happened to not being fit to travel, huh?

there was temptation for an actual challenge, to somehow shove his way into her stupid rank just so she would think twice before waltzing out making demands. acting like she was a bruin.