Bearclaw Valley toothsome

She tilted her head back to accept his words, her tongue lifted as if ready to chuckle the moment he spoke whatever euphemism it was he was concocting out loud. But his words cut short- and she looked too to see Athalia, rolling and coating herself in Ameline’s scent. 

She was surprised- but not by Athalia’s actions. What took her by surprise was the memory it evoked. 

”Mark he-uh,”

Avicus’ voice, instructing her to mark the same place that the Wealda had, so that their scents could lay claim to the borders together. She held her daughter’s eye contact, feeling something like pride swell up within her. Ancelin’s voice floated past her ears as she rose to approach Athalia, and upon reaching her, bestow a kiss upon her cheek. 

”My girl.” She said softly. ”You mark here too. Thith ith our land.”