Bearclaw Valley a loose thread, a worsening

Ever a silent shadow to her sister, Amneris was there. She huddled among the bare branches of a bush, ears laid flat and eyes narrowed with displeasure as she watched Athalia. Her tail lashed; the bush trembled.

A mouse skittered from its depths, finally alerted to the wolven presence. A wild snap of her jaws caught the terrified creature, its final squeal mingling with the high growl in her throat as she crushed its skull between her teeth. Blood; she savored its taste for a moment, pinning it with a paw to rip the tail from its other end.

Amneris slipped from her refuge to place the mangled corpse at Athalia's feet in gruesome offering.