Bearclaw Valley axe

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athalia shakes her head, shimmering eyes blinking up toward the patchwork man. she gestures behind her with a flick of her wrist. i found it. but the rest of it was for her.
athalia began to prance around in a slow circle like a drunken townsman, tail thwacking up against the limbs of the other two with little care. she drops the rotting head at ancelin's feet, eyes flickering expectantly and searching for approval.