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

wanna fade here and have a more utd one? <3

athalia listens as she gnaws idly on the bone between her wrists, slobbering on it before dragging her canines across the surface. she likes the way the tiny indentations feel on her tongue; the intricacies, signs of former life.
bird like warm, the girl squawks. bird come back. she wanted to understand; wanted to believe that maybe ameline was right. she thought of what could happen if their neighbors didn't like them, of how it would feel to be crushed between their jaws, and she decides that she does not want that to happen to her family.
she liked them.
she wriggles around until she's pressed up against ameline's breast, bone-gift still tucked between her arms. here she wanted to stay until ancelin came back.