Bearclaw Valley a[m]plius lava me ab iniquitate mea

Rage surged through her veins at the sight before her. This was not what the bear had demanded. The bear has no use for the organs of a traitor, she said with deceptive calm. Underneath that, she was fighting the urge to rip the beardog's throat out too and watch her blood mix with the dried mess of Stryx's blood. 

She is meant to rot down here and that is all. Arielle took a step forward, anger hardening the lines of her face. Leave this area now. There would be no room for discussion, and that would be clear in the violent anger now present in her firelight eyes.