Bearclaw Valley absent when i need you the most

for @Dolce

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night is easier.

it is the only time the valley feels small enough to hold in the palm of her paw, the only time everything hushes to a murmur, the stars blinking like half-forgotten ghosts.

twitch lingers at the outskirts, walking aimlessly on the accord of an empty belly. the trees stretch gnarled limbs toward the sky before they open up to a small clearing, a grove where she'd known deer to linger. squatted into the underbrush, she waits.