Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

before, sobeille had been nagged by a familiar scent she could not place. now she recognized it — her brow lifted as bearclaw’s eminent stalwart met her.

a long time ago — a life time ago — ameline had humored a mouthy, rude miette near the tangle. sobeille wasn’t that girl anymore - and she could see that ameline had changed too. aye. she sniffed the air between them cautiously. i be lookin’ for athalia.