Bearclaw Valley A delicious assortment of fresh vegetables like french fries and Nutella

it is time. her father was right, though she didn't want to admit it. it's time to visit Aventus, on the mend in the healer's cave. or wherever he was placed; for her part, Avicus merely follows the trail, face sour as she notes the myriad comings and goings of her parents. so much attention. . .

eventually, she sits before her brother, outside in the rain. his belly is covered in some sort of wrap, and she almost thinks his fur lacks its usual glossy sheen. she takes a deep breath in, then lets it out through her nose, slowly. gathering her patience and fortitude.

not dead, Avicus says softly, indigo gaze carefully moving over his body—the muscles, the bones, sore and broken beneath the skin. but healing. not dead.

why hadn't the woman killed him? she could have so easily killed him, and yet—by the grace of something—she had not.