Bearclaw Valley et peccatum meum contra me est semper

she rested another moment, but that rare mood of hers was fleeting. no sooner did she leave the presence of a god that mortality set in anew.

the bearwoman rolled onto her paws, letting the again plain child roll off of her self. again, there was blank indifference in her hidden gaze.

she took the girl's sleeping self into maws once again devoid of gentle care. down the steps of the altar. over a field where sundown briefly washes the mother and child in red.

and into the woods again, to join her writhing mass of sisters in the hovel.