Bearclaw Valley That I'm not the carefullest of girls

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She was given a chance to speak. Calfuray was one to keep quiet more often than not; speaking little, for her racing mind often found no time to do so.

Eye now looked to the woman, her coat reminding Calfuray of a wolverine. I came to thank Rala. Changed my mind, and he caught me off-guard as I was leaving. She spoke the truth, for it was the only thing Cal knew. My bite was to stall. My limp won't let me run.

If a man approached you from behind while you were vulnerable from injury, would you risk it? She spoke from her own experiences in years past. It was often better to bite first than put yourself in a worse situation. I don't know his character. It's not worth risking things worse than my blood. The easy argument to that was 'hey! Look at yourself hag!' But surely Calfuray was desired once upon a time.

She hoped the woman could understand, that Calfuray may be able to appeal to her. A fracture would be a real pain in the ass.

Don't blame Rala. I only came because I felt bad, I'm not coming back whether you injure me or not. Her eye returned to Rala, burning momentarily with something unknown, but it surely was not the care she previously carried.