Bearclaw Valley You've got your pride

The crackling of bone under tooth made the fur along Ameline's back bristle a bit, awakening her own primal enjoyment of chewing on something that might crack and break apart. The teenager wasn't exactly warm, but she wasn't expected to be; a bit of standoffishness suited them well at this age, and helped them turn into fierce women. 

She noticed, then, the pit that the bone had been extracted from, and blinked, surprised. She made no movement that might suggest she'd approach the remainer of buried treasures, so that Zephyra might not feel as though her supply might be threatened. She looked back to the girl. Nithe collection, She praised. You find 'em around the Valley, or kill 'em yourthelf?