Bearclaw Valley to go, to run, to go, to run

@Ancelin was gone.
he had left her and @Amneris with one bone each, an offering, perhaps; a way to make up for the loss of his presence. but even still, this greatly disconcerted athalia. she felt a deep, inky spiraling of emotion she had never quite felt before, much less understood —
she was upset. and she missed him.
what she did not know was that her birthmother's misgivings had left a driving mark upon her psyche. simple psychology; a baby needs her mother and father, and neither of those remained. her siblings, too, save for amneris; gone to whatever blackness mother had dissolved into. and she also did not quite understand that ancelin would come back.
her frustrations would become the bane of @Ameline, who saw her now with the deerbone clutched between her clacking talons. a disapproving glare, a glassiness to the dimly lit sunglow of her eyes. athalia prods her often, always with the same request that she could not fulfill:

ancelin.