Bearclaw Valley Goldilocks

declare themselves?
athalia knew hardly who she was, let alone what her place was within bearclaw. all she knew was that ancelin and ameline — and by extension, their children — were hers. they certainly did not belong to this... annorak.
his comments draw athalia out from her shadow cover, the snort of a wild hog announcing her presence.
you not leader, she shouts matter-of-factly, cinnamon hackles bristling in a manner that called upon her bloodline. her dominance is clear in her stance, her figure which blooms into young womanhood; if she had it her way, bearclaw would be rid of him and of athens, of drust and keiko. either way, her message is clear — stand down.
her gaze falls upon ameline, silent and yet demanding of power in a way that had never truly been revealed before. in the bruingirl's eyes, she was here first, before any of them. bearclaw was hers. ancelin and ameline had made her who she was, and if anyone was deserving of ruling alongside them, it was her.
mother smiles from behind the cover of the trees.