Bearclaw Valley Will

zephyra would have been a ruffled mess of spite and spitfire had she known the stranger thought her a brat. but the child was blissfully unaware of such notion and so thankfully the world kept spinning. unfortunately her choice of words quickly came back to bite her in the rump as the familiar figure of cole came marching upon the scene. 

the girl, still tugging away at the badger, didn't stop until the guard came to rest between herself and the strange man. it was at this time that she paused her focus on the gift, peered around the hulking figure of cole while he addressed the outsider, and proceeded to stick her tongue out with an unruly expression so that only winter's wake might see. 

as soon as cole shifted his focus back to the girl, zephyra was snapped back to the usual stoic express she kept on display. "i'm fine," she let out, a roll of her shoulder given as if she could have handled whatever it was the man wanted all on her own. 

the crown, a gift, good will. the girl scoffed, grabbed hold of the badger once more and began tugging away again.