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

sounds good!

Arielle looked to the carcass of the traitor, the heart a blob of flesh and blood sitting near the body. Anger surged within her again. Leave it. The traitor will rot in here where she belongs. 

She looked over the beardog for a moment and then turned and walked away, jumping up to climb from the rift without another word. She would need to wait for the right time to talk to the bruin-jaw.