Bearclaw Valley Jakt

The shame of her parents still dug into her pelt, and she could hear her mother's words over and over again. Filth, abominations, i should have drowned you. Curse your twice bitten father and his flea bitten hide. Poisonous, he spoke poison and he ruined me, ruined me.

It had made Inkeri shrink, be small, she hadn't wished to be born, hadn't wished to be alive, but they would not let her die, Anja would not let her die. Die. Some had wanted to murder, but their mother was high ranking and a part of her when she had still loved their father had wanted them, but once she realized he was gone, that he was killed. The blame fell at their feet. Their feet.

Inkeri nodded her head. Glad that they shared one thing, but a part of Inkeri also felt a reverance for Svart, but she didn't worship him, just was careful around him and his worship.

I will follow Anja, do as Anja wants she is a blessed one, not like me