Bearclaw Valley lionizing

set near dusk today

as the sun sinks, so, too, does Avicus's heart into darkness. the night will bring with it more nightmares of the bear, and more visions of her brother lying broken at the white woman's paws.

except, ever more frequently, she is standing in the Saint's place, hovering above Aventus, blood in her mouth.

she cannot bide any longer. from birth, she has been the stronger, the swifter, the steadier. his head is in the clouds with his bear-god while hers is here upon earth, feeding her family, defending her land. she has always been his better—

but now, if some arbitrary title says otherwise? well, then, the only thing left to do is to seize the title.

standing near the rendezvous, she calls for @Aventus, a challenge in her voice. she is fed up, anger having mounted from their last confrontation, then still more when he'd shown her his teeth at the elk-feast. her fur bristles like the proverbial burning bush. her eyes are full of steel.

if her parents refuse to see and recognize her merit, she will show them herself.

and if they continue to elevate her brother—then to hell with them all.