Bearclaw Valley et peccatum meum contra me est semper

parousia was a limp thing in her mother's mouth.

hardly able to fuss for the mere shock of this much travel. let alone this much touch. it would not be uncommon for her to find her mother pulling away or her siblings squirming too much to be near long.

eventually she was placed back down.

blurry blue eyes struggled against the bright light of the outside world, of the feeling of cool stone against her tiny paws. she wobbled, she flopped onto her belly, hunkered against the stone.

big, blue eyes turned to look to mother bear.