Bearclaw Valley [m] feiticeira

Ameline bathed herself as she lay sprawled in the entrance of the den. In dismay, she tried to slick the fur of her belly this way and that- to cover the obvious bald spots created by her nursing children. It would grow back, she told herself- but in the meantime, she hated looking like she had a combover alongside each swollen teat. 

She gave a faint smile to all three curious girls as they went past her, permitted to romp so long as she could keep an eye on them. She shuffled forward a bit, so she might catch a bit more fresh air before she went back to her grooming-

And as she inhaled, she too grimaced at the ugly scent. 

Her nose wrinkled in distaste; she wetted her muzzle with a flick of her pink tongue, only to find herself further repulsed by the scent and-

an alarm.

The fur along her spine stood up. Normally, she was detested and repulsed by smelly things, but this…The stench was stale and musty, but sick as well. She let out a surprised bark as she sat up, and looked around for Adalynn, Avalita and Athella- only to find them approaching the putrid object. 

Adalynn’s squeal was met with a sudden, loud growl as she bounded toward them, fangs bared. Never before would her children have seen this side of her- but it was her only means of ensuring that they did not touch the foul object. 

She snapped once at both Avalita and Athella- clicking her teeth in the air to shepherd them back, and snaked her head toward Adalynn, to ward her sentinel daughter back as well, before she stood protectively over the skull, willing to fend even her own daughters off if necessary.

She was wary of its powers; somewhere within the putrid, rotting flesh lay the likely cause of its death- a maddening sickness that could be dormant but still- she would take no chances. 

A ripple of dread rolled down her back. 
Someone brought this.
Someone is trying to curse you.
Someone is trying to 
kill
your
children.

She called for @Ancelin, so that he might see the bad omen that had been dropped, so conveniently, just at their doorstep. 

”Thtay back, girlth,” She spoke to them then; still serious, but less hostile. She would apologize later, shower them with praise- but for now, she had to keep them from touching the cursed skull.