Bearclaw Valley They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails

Athalia liked it here.
In the canopy of balsams and between the fork of treacherous mountains is this valley, this place the darkspawn had begun to camp out in on the days she could get away. Detached as she was from her family, in rare lapses of judgment, she occasionally sought them out. To have company; to have something to look at. She tolerated it and at times even thought she enjoyed it, the coexistence.
Mama, however, was gone. Again. And she did not understand why it made her feel so — empty.
It is Athalia who finds Amneris on this day. She slinks out from what remains of the dogwoods and greets her sister with a squeaky whuff, a flash of salmon pink knocked from between her lips. Come with me!