Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

anatolia had done something bad.

anatolia now lived with it in her mind.

she grew restless, but could not sleep. she grew agitated, but did not know how to express it. a storm cloud had permanently settled over her and there was no sunshine that could break through it.

the bone from @Cole had grown worn down by her constant gnawing at it.

it was his scent she stalked after today. not particularly for the company his presence might bring, but for the work he might do.