Bearclaw Valley axe

ameline was right. ancelin had come back.
delightfully pleased, athalia followed the trot of ameline with or without amneris, and with her she brought her own welcome home gift for him: the severed, half-decayed head of a small songbird.
surely, he would love it. athalia greets him with a slow, confident wag of her tail, now plumed with the thickness of a growing winter coat.