Bearclaw Valley Single file, like soldiers on a mission.

The will of the bear was less known to the priest, so she could not as easily speak on his behalf as on Sithis'. Sithis' ways were difficult to grasp, but that was the beauty of it and of him; you did not try to understand what he meant, you rode the wave and interpreted and if you failed, it did not matter, it all contributed to the chaos and the madness anyway.

It pleased the priest that the boy asked about Sithis rather than the bear, and it showed in a wicked grin on her face. Sithis is everything, she started to explain. And nothing. Especially nothing. Destruction, hate, blood. She finished rearranging and looked up at the boy, a madness dancing in her pale, normally cold eyes, as she waited to see his reaction.