Bearclaw Valley They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails

Amneris was unperturbed. She clutched the shoulder bone close and watched Athalia dispassionately; she'd already claimed what she wanted from the skeleton. The rest — her sister could have it.

For the remainder of the day she would parade her new possession around Bearclaw Valley, never letting it out of her sight lest Athalia steal it away and soil it like she had the rest. Amneris remained possessive over the bone for days to come, until it felt as if she'd made it clear that this one was hers; perhaps the only thing she would ever deny her sister.