Dragoncrest Cliffs sometimes, I pray for you at night

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The flowers forgotten; Val, put out of her mind.
Instead there was the memory of wolves clamoring across stillrift and down in to her prison; they formed one shape, the shadow of the bear— one face of three!
Three? Indra did not understand.
She couldn't listen to this and so she turned and fled, as if the whole of Ursus was there on her heel, and the bear behind them. The clatter of the raven's beak became the sound of claws scraping dry earth.
As Indra bolted she heard the softly spoken words behind her: there are worse things you should fear.