Bearclaw Valley a descent into the maelstrom

The pup's attention did not remain on the butterfly for long. Soon the maroon child trotted over to the dead rodent sprawled between her legs. Aye, 'tis dead, she tutted. Were they acquainted with death yet? I can bring ye a live one if ye' d like. she smiled at the pup. She refused to use baby talk with children, though she knew that she would confuse the child, especially with her accent. It was worth the challenge, to develop young minds.