Bearclaw Valley peccato meo munda me

so sorry for the hold up!

the words of aventus were heavy hammer strikes against the thick, ugly beast. cyril remained still and silent. the bear-creature offered more unnecessarily complex words. something about a firstborn offered. it built further disgust in his mouth.

he stared at aventus briefly, wondering what the man wished to do about any of this. especially since the rotund one had brought his wife into this.

yikes.