Bearclaw Valley vegas

As he worked he was beheld by a slinking dark creature, and paid it no mind until it came closer. As the girl investigated him, clustering towards an ankle, Glaukos felt the instinctive urge to kick at that face. Reminded in a brief flash of violent memory of the girl attacking his belly—but that was weeks ago. This one was quicker, and seemed more curious than antagonistic.

She questioned his work, which lay bare across the path where he had cleared things, or clawed at the soil, or made his collections for later sorting.

You bearclaw? He leveled his empty expression upon her but, didn't answer. He withdrew; striding among the trees a length or two, only to stop and motion for her to follow, to look.

From there, the sight of tall trees encircled by exposed stone, and what could have been a gully. A bare earth floor led in to the abandoned space. I was born right there.