Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul

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a crimson bloodwake contorted its way past the stone-studded gates of bearclaw, a trailing of thin scarlet that ended near relmyna’s secondary altar. 

on this snowscape of stone and ice, @Orochi had been placed — with a small mound of moss pressed to his perilous wound. 

it was not for compassion that astara had stymied the blood; but of passionate pragmatism. orochi’s form had been difficult to drag, and the blackbird was consumed of thirst. she slaked what she could by lapping snow from the flowstone, and then lifted her thin muzzle, a howl pulsing from her throat to summon @Merrick.