Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

she hadn't even needed to ask before sobeille went into a full tangent, and while athalia was typically the type to zone out on lectures, she hung on the edge of the girl's words as if she was hearing god herself speak. her jaw hung open in a soft shape, and now she began to mirror what was directed of her. she tears away a femur from flesh and hide, dropping it in front of her so that she may place her ear close to it and listen.
and it spoke;
spirit.
you right, she whispers, a little excited gasp touching her lips. her tail twitches and thumps in the grass. spirit.
an idea, no, a memory, wrapped in the static of passing moons; the headless skeleton that sat somewhere in the thick brush of the valley. the bruingirl gathers herself to her feet, scurrying to nudge sobeille into a stand. she presses her nose to her shoulder and vibrates with an excited, high-pitched whine. come. i show you.