Bearclaw Valley [m] feiticeira

She remained ready to fend off her children should one bolt toward the cursed skull, her eyes catching the flickering rage that grew with the narrowing of her husband’s pupils. Kvarsheim. Her lips drew tight; she wanted someone to blame, but thought the wolves of Kvarsheim to be feckless, harmless. 

That would make them so much more easy to crush if they simply pinned the blame on them. 

The girls hypothesized; Ameline did not notice the theft of fur, but thought that Avalita suggested it was a bear’s skull. Not bear. Canine. Truthfully, she hadn’t examined it long enough to tell if it had been coyote or wolf- but she didn’t want her daughters to imagine beheading was even something a wolf would ever have to worry about. 

Andrelia sought her father’s attention. Athella uttered a word that earned her a soft growl and nod of agreement. It ith wrong. Ameline responded quietly. Whoever had left it had done a very wrong thing. Adalynn earned a faint grin, for continuing to keep her sisters from coming too close.

To her mate she looked, with hungry eyes. How she wished, now, that the girls were grown- that they could storm their chosen target and make them pay for the atrocity- regardless of whether they were found guilty. She felt wickedness wet her lips; she longed for a witch-hunt. 

Foolth, She said, a flick of her tail punctuating the word as the tip cracked like a whip. Who-evuh brought thith, ith a fool to think they could fell uth: the Bearclawth, with thith. She said, placing one paw atop the skull, allowing her claws to sink into the soft, decaying skin. 

She looked to her daughters- who could have fallen victim to the attempt, simply because they were children still. Learn from thith, girlth; learn thith thent. It meanth death, if you get it in yuh mouth, or if a creature with thith thmell biteth you. She watched, to make sure none of them came too close. 

She looked to Ancelin.

We’ll find out who did thith.