Bitterroot Valley blood ties

both men come to her with tense shoulders, waried glances and hushed mumblings between themselves. it was veksar, surprisingly, that had the courage to speak to her. her gazed locked with blackfell, who didn't have the strength to meet her. no matter, her head bobbles as she settles back in to her poised sit, her own shoulders tense much to her chagrin.

the same reason why you're here, fool. she hissed through a thin smile. i left home, there was nothing for me in that black heap of rocks and shit. i didn't know that this.. her arms gesture to the grandure of the teekons. this was where you were hiding. mother was so worried sick, i'm surprised she never died of heartbreak. and she should've. old hag, who refused to give up her seat to a daughter who had only been loyal. mostly.