Bearclaw Valley as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

he knew her name.
athalia's jaws tear away from the black nape which had been clenched in her grasp, chittering and clacking as she pulls back. she holds the boy down with a harsh shove of her well-muscled forelimb.
ash —
ash
ashkova
recognition flares behind the sunglow eyes long enough for her to meet him with a leveled look through the haze of blind rage. frozen, only for a second, before she is overcome with the foggy memory —
he had left. athamas had left. ksura had left. mother had left. amneris had left.
he had left athamas had left ksura had left mother had left amneris had left they left they left they left they all left her
he was not her brother
he was no one
bruin-witch, smiling up at her from hell
she looses a piercing shriek as she rounds upon him yet again, gnashing at his face, his throat, his chest, wildly trying to grab whatever piece of him she could get to; he had made this personal it was personal he had left her he had left her he had left her and now —
he was going to pay