Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

Her stance would not ease. In fact, it worsened. She became a bear, now, ready to spring forward and battle until her life came to an end. But she waited, belly hovering close over the earth. From an angle, perhaps one may have mistaken her to be laying. But no. She was the farthest thing from comfortable. 

Slow, tantalizing, her tail swayed at her quarters. A heartbeat or two of silence followed. Determining, was she. Were words worth this wait? The fur, so luscious and pretty. It could be around her shoulders instead, blood pooling from the far too recent skinning procedure. Why did she hold off this long? 

Nonetheless, more words came from the painted lips. You. Weird voice... The child spoke oddly. But then, her speech was not as clear as it could have been. A choice, though. 

Speak clearly, she could demanded. But maybe the child couldn't help it.

Stalk is rude. Disrespect to mountain woman. A turn of her head, then a sideways glance. There, pointed at the child, a long scar that proudly belonged to the painted woman. Could give you one. Then a pause, questioning. ... but won't. Not yet.