Bearclaw Valley Jakt

There was coldness in this ones' smile, she was not a kind one. Perhaps she would act kind, but she would eventually be like all the others. Her teeth and claws would find her pelt and she would rip and tear. Tear.

Her words were met with surprise, and Inkeri studied her, to gauge was she serious, did she not mean her any harm. She would be the first. Though life had gotten better after Anja was given the title of blessed, not much. Inkeri simply followed her sister.

Kvitravn, like mother, but the poison in her womb was Svartravn. Two trees, two poisons.