Bearclaw Valley Jakt

she dined with ravens, and when she looked upon the maggots squirming within what she was reduced to eat, she thought of a specific child. one marked. yet unwanted.

a raven kept her company as she walked back to her hovel, but even that dark compatriot soon flew away. she heard its single croak before walking into the open, and realized a moment too late it was a warning.

wolves.

wolves in her valley.

she was on the very edge of rivenstone, rocks and saplings which once decorated it long misplaced. her ample hackles rose and her whole self stilled at the sight.

perhaps if she remained so, if her coat blended in well-enough, the intruders wouldn't see. wouldn't know.

the bearwoman felt her heart hammer like a drumbeat.

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