Bearclaw Valley the clock of the time dragon

the sound of the end was quiet footfall at her back.

but she would never hear it.

the whispers of spirits came alive in the still air, and their brilliant silver mist danced around her. she followed, as she once had in puphood.

at the end of her path, the bear.

always the bear.

this will be my last, you both have my permission to powerplay her including any injuries she might cause to your characters! thank you <3