Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

sobeille should be afraid. she'd done something terrible; she'd violated one of the most sacred tenets in wolfdom.

but she does not fear tradition, nor respect it.

the feral girl does not look up -- at least not right away. sobeille had time to place down her furskin, the sundry bones rattling onto their heavy-sided faces as she gently laid the ensemble down.

she looked to the rabbit with his chest exposed to the world.

and then she looked at the girl with the disunited aura and cast her bones.

me too.