Bearclaw Valley et peccatum meum contra me est semper

she was lifted, up up up.

then settled in the plush furs of mother bear. parousia did not have thoughts this deep, but there was an undeniable connection. perhaps the very first between the two. her mother accepting her company and parousia thriving for it.

it was vital. a core thing to the parasite babe.

for the very first time in a long time, parousia was entirely silent. no cries. no whimpers. not even the tiniest mewl.

she laid in the heart of the bear twice, today.

once on the stone slab.

twice on the chest of mother bear.