Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

i don't know.
a simple answer to a not so simple question. there was no way for the girl to have known her connection to these remains was bone-deep; no way for her to know that this nameless woman had a brother and father who looked just like her.
the bear looms over her in a silken shadow.
found here, athalia moves her shoulders in a loose shrug. don't know who. but they follow me. watching.
me have many watchers, she quietly admits, something she had never before spoken aloud — but some primordial instinct told her that this knowledge was safe with sobeille. mother. birds. spirits.