Bearclaw Valley a loose thread, a worsening

time came for athalia as it did for @Amneris. memories of distant mother and brothers were replaced with those of ancelin and ameline. the cold yellow eyes are only found in the girl's dreams.
the birds, her friends, have gone from the cold.
the bearclaw is ever timeless, even with its new white mask. athalia liked it here, overall, even without her friends; it was quiet. it was cold, which she enjoyed, and the towering walls made her feel small. she had begun to think of it — and her new 'parents' — as home.
but nothing was ever perfect.
today, athalia cried and screeched into the emptiness, and she didn't really know why.