Bearclaw Valley a tale of jerusalem

his answer surprises her.

she straightens, suddenly, peering at him with interest that shone past her grief, like light through broken panes. no? she asks, and then he explains. no, she agrees, and nods solemnly.

Avicus is glad that her brother has left the fanaticism behind. no good would ever come of it.

you will bring goodh, the russet woman affirms. you are. . .'hhhrong. bear ih' noh'hing.

she's not a touchy-feely wolf, and wouldn't be now—but she feels the strangest urge to embrace Aventus, if only to let their shared sorrow flow through them both. she stays still, though, indigo eyes fixed unwaveringly upon his dark form.

i have packgh, Avicus says, after a moment of silence. come. you are welcome, if you needh.

but what of the old human westerns she would never know?

this town ain't big enough for the two of us.