Bearclaw Valley et peccatum meum contra me est semper

backdated to when @Parousia was just two weeks old <3

the pup was clasped firmly in her jaws, pale, long thing of blue eyes and tongue. its purpose was clear now, its time had come. the witch of bearclaw valley carried it to the altar of the bear god.

it had grown unkept even while ursus endured. now she saw something small quickly leave it, disturbing the layer of dust upon it.

it was near the impassable mountain borders, stones forming a crescent moon around a large slab of granite. there were steps within the stone, so that a devotee might climb - as the weary dogmother now did, pup swaying - and access the altar in the middle.

the cult took its treasures with them when they left, so the spot now lookes barren and desecrated. the single upright stone was no longer graced by the powerful hipbone, and what little offerings arielle - for who else had the bear so close in their heart - had left, were long gone, taken by lesser creatures or the wind.

bernadette set parousia upon it.