Bearclaw Valley Drink me

Indra didn't answer, and Arielle could feel herself grow angry. She wanted to lash out at the girl for her disrespect, but she knew it would only ruin the tentative trust she had gained. 

The child seemed interested at first, but quickly averted her gaze. Something had disturbed her, which was the wrong reaction to have to the bruin-heart's creation. Don't look away, Indra, she instructed sternly. This altar is sacred. Her firelight eyes drifted slowly over the corpse of the coyote. Flies buzzed around, promising writing maggots in just a few days time. 

I made this for the bear; it is how I communicate with the spirit, she explained. Stare into the coyote's eyes and tell me what you hear. Maybe the bear would chose to speak to her. It would only happen if it sensed worth in the child.