Lost Creek Hollow On the backseat were scratches from

The question of Bears. Ash could not answer. IT was not something she knew. She had not known who had first brought the words of the bear gods. Except that it had been the ladies of the sea who had told her grandma.

MY grandmother. A soft look stole across her face then. Sad and yearning all at once. For despite her true beliefs on love and how it hurt. She had loved her grandmother more than anyone in the world. 

Her name was SpottedFawn. She had been hurt something awful in her life, and yet. She was as sweet and as kind as if it had never happened. She jumped at shadows and cried easily. Dainty. But oh she loved big.