Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

sobeille expected reprisal. her words were provocative - and ameline responded accordingly.

sobeille withstood the first of the bear-mother’s gritty rebuke, eyes flat even as the bitter tension of anger fractured, broken down into needling worry. the niggling piece that would not fit into any slot fell into place with a click.

that single word — biological.

sobeille could not help the narrowing of her accipitrine gaze. there was nothing left for her to say after such an outburst. the tentative trust between them had been an illusion, and now that it was shattered she wondered if the bruingirl’s corpse laid somewhere in the valley.

she took a step backwards. she could not unsee the unpredictability.

another step. the space between them widening. there were things here she did not know. she needed space to digest it. time.

time to figure out if this was theatrical or real.

sobeille turned around and broke into a trot away from bearclaw valley’s fang-toothed entrance.